" It had been a matter of deep speculation and anxiety between herself and her sister whether this darling of their hearts would find her old companion of her childhood days the same true knight as when he went away; and whether if he were changed for the worse the girl’s young eyes would be clear enough to see and hold herself to her own fine course. But they might have known, she sighed pleasantly to her relieved heart. Janet was not the kind of girl to idealize an unworthy object. She was not weak enough to deceive herself with false excuses. "

― Grace Livingston Hill , The Measure of a Man