Bysomestrangechanceshesawme。Orwasitthroughourdestiny？Whilewitheyeskeptsedulouslyonthemarblefloor，toshuntheweightofadmirationthrusttooboldlyonthem，whilewithshyquickstepsshepassed，someoneperhapswithpurposetrodontheskirtofherclearwhitedress，——withthequicknesstaughtherbymanyasceneofdanger，shelookedup，andhereyesmetmine。
AsIgazeduponher，steadfastly，yearningly，yetwithsomereproach，andmoreofpridethanhumility，shemademeoneofthecourtlybowswhichIdosomuchdetest；yeteventhatwassweetandgraceful，whenmyLornadidit。Butthecolourofherpureclearcheekswasnearlyasdeepasthatofmyown，whenshewentonforthereligiouswork。Andtheshiningofhereyeswasowingtoanunpaiddebtoftears。
UponthewholeIwassatisfied。Lornahadseenme，andhadnotaccordingtothephraseofthehighworldtheneventriedto’cut’me。Whetherthislowphraseisbornoftheirownstupidmeanness，orwhetheritcomesofnecessityexercisedonamanwithoutmoney，I
knownot，andIcarenot。ButonethingIknowrightwell；anymanwho’cuts’amanexceptforviceormeannessshouldbequarteredwithoutquarter。
AlltheseproudthoughtsrosewithinmeasthelovelyformofLornawentinside，andwasnomoreseen。AndthenIfelthowcoarseIwas；howapttothinkstrongthoughts，andsoon；withoutbrainstobearmeout：