To see a man eat and drink, and wear his slippers, and sit at ease in his chair, is delightful to the feminine heart that loves.

When I heard the other day that a girl had herself visited the room prepared for a man in her mother's house, then I knew that she loved him, though I had never before believed it.
Phineas, as he stood there, was aware that this woman loved him dearly.

She had embraced him, and given her face to him to kiss.

She had clasped his hands, and clung to him, and had shown him plainly that in the midst of all her sorrow she could be made happy by his coming.

But he was a man far too generous to take all this as meaning aught that it did not mean,--too generous, and intrinsically too manly.