parate
and distinct in Harry's memory.

This familiarity also on her father's hearth invested Adriana with an
atmosphere that a wrong or a trifling thought could not enter. Walking
with her in the moonshine on the Filmer piazzas, he had ventured to
say, and to look more love than was possible in the sanctity of her
home and in the presence of her adoring father and brother. In fact,
confidence in his own position left him; he began to have all the
despondencies, and doubts, and sweet uncertainties, that lovers must
endure, if they would not miss the complementary joys of dawning
hopes, of looks and half-understood words, and of that happy "perhaps"
that lifts a man from despairing into the seventh heaven of love's
possible blessedness. This, indeed, is the best heart education a man
can possibly receive. In it, if he be a man, he gets that straightness
of soul in which he loses "I" and then finds it again in that other
one for whom his soul longs.

Unconsciously as a tree grows, Harry grew in the school of love; and
Adriana was also much benefited by this change of base in Harry's
wooing. She had been learning too fast. It takes but a moment to drop
the flower-seed into the ground; and it takes but a glance of the eye
for love's wondrous prepossession to be accomplished; but seed and
passion alike, if they would reach a noble fruition, must germinate;
must put forth the tender little leaves that lie asleep at the root
and the heart; must spread upward to the sunshine, before they blossom
like the rose in beauty and in perfume. And for these processes time
is absolutely necessary.

An experience similar in kind was in progress between Antony and Rose,
but the elements were more diverse. Rose had had many admirers; and
she had permitted herself a sentimental affection for Dick Duval, the
most unworthy of them all. She knew that she was morally weak, and
that the only way to prevent herself from committing imprudences was
to keep to the roadway of conventional proprieties; and in the main
she was wise enough to follow this course. Her feelings about Antony
were conflicting; she did not consider him a conventionally proper
lover. He was the son of a working man; he lived a life beyond social
restraints; she supposed him to be rather poor than rich; he did not
dress as the men she knew dressed; his conversation was provocative of
discussion, it compelled a person to think, or to answer like a
fool--a startling vulgarity