The fatigue of last week's night duty had cast an added spirituality over her frank, sensitive face.
We had not spoken for a while.

She smiled at me.
"What are you thinking of ?" "I wasn't thinking at all," said I."I was only gratefully admiring you." "Why gratefully ?" "Oughtn't one to be grateful to God for the beautiful things He gives us ?" She flushed and averted her eyes.

"You are very good to me, Majy." "What made you attire yourself in all this splendour ?" I asked, laughing.

The wise man does not carry sentiment too far.

He keeps it like a little precious nugget of pure gold; the less wise beats it out into a flabby film.
"I don't know," she said, shifting her position and casting a critical glance at her bodice.