"No," said Gerald, with a slight laugh. "In that case Frank's chance might not have been so good." "But Eugenia _respects_ Frank, though they are always sparring with each other. She trusts him too. Ah, there is just the difference," exclaimed Sydney, eagerly. "I don't feel as if I could trust Captain Chancellor with Eugenia. I don't suppose he will beat her or ill-use her," she went on smiling half sadly. "I think he is kind-hearted and easy tempered, and a good enough sort of a man in many ways. But he won't _understand_ her, and that sort of misery would be worse to her than any." "But it would have been a great chance if she had married any one thoroughly congenial and suitable. Very few people do," said Gerald, thinking to himself if there might not in the future be disappointment in store even for the earnest, unselfish girl beside him, good sterling fellow though Frank was. "I know that," answered Sydney, and then for a minute or two she remained silent. "Perhaps, Gerald," she went on, "to put it quite fairly, a good deal of our anxiety arises from Eugenia's side. I mean it is her own character that makes me afraid. I don't think I should have misgivings about any other girl's happiness if I heard she was going to marry Captain Chancellor. I don't know that I should have been afraid for myself even, (though it sounds an odd thing to say, and I certainly couldn't fancy myself caring for him). You see, Gerald, I expect so much less. With Eugenia it is always all or nothing." "Yes, I understand," answered Gerald. "It is a question if such a nature _can_ escape intense suffering, though I had fancied--but it's no use thinking of that. There are some kinds of suffering which, it seems to me, would be ruinous to Eugenia, which she could not pass through without leaving the best of herself in the furnace. That is my worst fear, Sydney. I have never attempted to put it in words before. I could not have done so to any one but yourself." "But we can't tell, Gerald," said Sydney, timidly. "We can't tell how what seems the worst training may turn out the best. We can't believe that in the end it will not all have been the best, even our own mistakes." "The end is a very long way off," said Gerald, gloomily, "and it is sad work for lookers-on sometimes. Of course, I know what you mean, Sydney, and one must at bottom believe it; but still one constantly sees what look very like fatal mistakes, and it is very seldom given to us on this side of the gate to see that good came out of the bad after all." Sydney did not answer. After awhile Mr Thurston spoke again, this time with evident hesitation. "I am afraid you may be angry with me for what I am going to say, Sydney," he began, "but I think I should say it. All your fears seem to point one way. I mean to the unlikelihood of Captain Chancellor's satisfying Eugenia--suiting her--but have you never doubted him in any other way?"