It must surely impress Anne.

She would see that some people appreciated him at his real value.
Gilbert and Anne loitered a little behind the others, enjoying the calm, still beauty of the autumn afternoon under the pines of the park, on the road that climbed and twisted round the harbor shore.
"The silence here is like a prayer, isn't it ?" said Anne, her face upturned to the shining sky.

"How I love the pines! They seem to strike their roots deep into the romance of all the ages.

It is so comforting to creep away now and then for a good talk with them.

I always feel so happy out here." "'And so in mountain solitudes o'ertaken As by some spell divine, Their cares drop from them like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine,'" quoted Gilbert.
"They make our little ambitions seem rather petty, don't they, Anne ?" "I think, if ever any great sorrow came to me, I would come to the pines for comfort," said Anne dreamily.
"I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you, Anne," said Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.
"But there must--sometime," mused Anne.