Poor Rose! It was rather hard to be hopelessly in love, to be getting worse every day, and find it all of no use.

It was a little too bad to have everything she wanted for eighteen years, and then be denied the fascinating young officer she had set her whole heart on.

For Mr.Stanford was lost again.

Just as she thought she had her bird snared for certain--lo! it spread its dazzling wings and soared up to the clouds, and farther out of reach than ever.
In plain English, he had gone back to the old love and was off with the new, just when she felt most sure of him.
A whole week had passed since that night in the tamarack walk, that night when he had seemed so tender and lover-like, the matchless deceiver! And he had hardly spoken half a dozen words to her.

He was back at the footstool of his first sovereign, he was the most devoted of engaged men; Kate was queen of the hour, Rose was nowhere.