earnestly, "my whole soul and strength and devotion would go out to you. I should lose myself in you."
"The trouble with you, Nannie, is that you are clinging to the notion of some supernatural kind of love. You can't see the worth of the love you have. If you don't find the ideal in the actual, you won't find it at all."
"I wish you would carry that idea into your painting," Anne remarked, as she left the room.
"I wish you would carry your idea of painting into your life," retorted Howard.
Anne found Mrs. Kent standing by a cast of a Templar's tomb.
"What is the matter?" she asked when she saw the girl's face.
"Nothing; only, isn't life puzzling enough without mixing it up with love?"
"Puzzling? I thought you said that one could understand the whole by looking on."
"Nobody can understand anything," Anne remarked crossly.
