'And why?'

'Because already prosperity or bodily vigour or something has changed
your eyes and changed the tone of your voice.'

'You mean that my eyes are no longer so full of trouble; and as to my
voice--how should my voice not change, seeing that it was the voice
of a child when you last listened to it?'

'It is impossible for me even now, after I have thought about it so
much, to put into words that expression in your eyes which won me as
a child. All I knew at the time was that it fascinated me. And as I
now recall it, all I know is that your gaze then seemed full of
something which I can give a name to now, though I did not understand
it then--the pathos and tenderness and yearning, which come, as I
have been told, from suffering, and that your voice seemed to have
the same message. That expression and that tone are gone--they will,
of course, never return to you now. Your life is, and will be, too
prosperous for that. But still I hope and believe that in a year's
time prosperity will not have worked in you any of the mischief that
my aunt feared. For you have a noble nature, Henry, and to spoil you
will not be easy. You will never be the dear little Henry I loved,
but you will still be nobler and greater than other men, I think.'

'Do you really mean that my lameness was a positive attraction to
you? Do you really mean that the very change in me which I thought
would strengthen the bond between us--my restoration to
health--weakens it? That is impossible, Winnie.'

She remained silent for a time, as though lost in thought, and then