“I bade good morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves me dearly;She is so constant to me, and so kind.- To Sorrow”

“She was stronger alone; and her own good sense so well supported her, that her firmness was as unshaken, her appearance of cheerfulness as invariable, as, with regrets so poignant and so fresh, it was possible for them to be.”

“The last words he said to me when I bade him good-night were:Tell Amy it's no good coming after me. Anyhow, I shall change my hotel, so she wouldn't be able to find me.'My own impression is that she's well rid of you,' I said.My dear fellow, I only hope you'll be able to make her see it. But women are very unintelligent.”

“Help me,' Allison says, but she is soft-spoken, and everyone she loves is so far away.”

“How am I doing so far?" she asked, forcing a cheerful lightness into her voice."You're doing very well," Nick's lazy voice mocked. "I'm half convinced that I'm invisible.”

“Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.”