The Legacy

If only she had discussed the matter with him, instead of puzzling her poor little head about questions that were much too difficult for her to understand

Could it be, that during all those years when he had scarcely noticed her, she, as the novelists say, had entertained a passion for him? He caught his own reflection in the glass as he passed. He was over fifty; but he could not help admitting that he was still, as the looking-glass showed him, a very distinguished-looking man

she had a passion for little boxes—had a name on it. And each had some memory