Thomas Bailey Aldrich,
The Queen of Sheba, and My Cousin the Colonel
“ How poignant must have been her anguish that day on Montanvert if she cared for him! She loved him—how could he doubt it?—but she had accepted the hopelessness of the position. In his own mind he had accused her of coquetry in their walk at the cascade of Nant d'Arpenaz. ”
