"But I used to be closer to him," thought Caroline. "He felt no obligation to treat me with homage; I needed only kindness. He used to hold my hand; he does not touch hers. And yet Shirley is not proud where she loves. There is no haughtiness in her aspect now, only a little in her port--what is natural to and inseparable from her, what she retains in her most careless as in her most guarded moments. Robert must think, as I think, that he is at this instant looking down on a fine face; and he must think it with a man's brain, not with mine. She has such generous yet soft fire in her eyes. She smiles--what makes her smile so sweet? I saw that Robert felt its beauty, and he must have felt it with his man's heart, not with my dim woman's perceptions. They look to me like two great happy spirits. 
"But he used to hold my hand," thought Caroline; "he does not touch hers. And yet she does not look haughty now. Robert must think hers a fine face; she has such generous yet soft fire in her eyes. She smiles - what makes her smile so sweet? Robert must have felt its beauty. They look to me like two happy spirits