He was here walking, as he had been since his first seeing her, at the core of a great light and harmony, and walking alone in it.

If just loving her had been sufficient occupation for his brief courtship, for the present it failed him.

For he was not only alone but lonely.

He saw her swept aside by the calculating crowd--strange that Ellen and Clarice should be a part of it--not only out of reach of his live passion, but beyond all speech.

Alone in his room he felt suddenly faint for the want of her.