Then he put his lips to it.
"You are a silly girl, Cynthia," he said.
"I wish I were different, Lyman," she responded, and, he felt, with a double meaning.
"I don't," he said, and stroked her hair with a great tenderness, which seemed for the time to quite fill and satisfy his heart.

He was a man of measureless patience, born to a firm conviction of the journey's end.
"There are worse things than loving a good woman your whole life and never having her," he said to himself as he went home, but he said it without its full meaning.

Risley's "nerves" were always lighted by the lamp of his own hope, which threw a gleam over unknown seas..