"I wish she were also a happy one; but I'm afraid she isn't.

There is a kind of mystery about her--but I'm afraid you won't understand from my poor attempt to describe her." "Oh, yes, yes I do!" said Celia.

"You make it all so plain.

I should like to meet her, to know her." "I'll tell her so--when I go back," said Derrick.
What had happened?
A moment before, the little wood had been all aglow with the rays of the setting sun, her heart had been palpitating with a sweet, delicious happiness; and now, all quite suddenly, the air had become cold, a chill had struck to her heart.

Celia's face paled, she looked up at him and then away from him.