To him, too, the young lady of the house had been like the moon, only visible afar off, and on one side.

Daily he sat opposite her, saw the delicate sadness of her face--the deep glance of her beautiful eyes--heard her speak the same commonplace sentences, and knew no more of her.

All at once an accident made him her confidant.

He felt sure, by many a token, that this grief was connected with Fink; and although he had for him the devoted admiration that an unsophisticated youth readily bestows upon a daring and experienced comrade, yet, in this case, he found himself enlisted on the lady's side against his friend; he resolved to watch him narrowly, and be to her a brotherly protector, a faithful confidant--all, in short, that was sympathizing and helpful.
A few hours later, Sabine sat in the window with folded hands.

Her brother had laid aside his newspaper, and was watching her anxiously.