He was not as profoundly moved by it as he would have been could he have read beneath the lines the tumult he had produced in the tranquil life of its writer.

One skilled in perception of a woman's moods could have detected a sense of weakness, or irresolution, or longing in a girl whose nature had not yet been tried by conflicting emotions.
Jack perceived something of this when Harold gave him the letter to read.

His admiration of Harold's grace and power, his love for every gesture and every lineament of his boyish hero, made it possible for him to understand how deeply Mary had been moved when brought face to face with a handsome and powerful man who loved as lions love.

He handed the letter back with a smile: "I think you'd better stay over and see her." "I intend to," replied Harold; "wire father to come up." "Let's go walk.

We may happen by the church where she sings," suggested Jack.
It was a very beautiful hour of the day.