"Oh, my dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Pryor, clasping her hands; and again she paused. Caroline turned a searching, an eager eye on the face of her friend: that face was much agitated. "My dear," she murmured, "life is an illusion."
"But not love! Love is real--the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know."

"Oh, my dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Pryor, clasping her hands; and again she paused. Caroline turned a searching eye on her agitated face. "My dear," she murmured, "life is an illusion."
"But not love!" exclaimed Caroline. "Love is the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know."
