She gauges, to an absurdly subtle degree, the depth of my affection.

She is really an incomparable woman.

So many insist upon predilection masquerading as consuming passion.

There is nothing theatrical about Judith.
Yet to-day she appeared a little touchy, moody, unsettled.

She broke another pleasant spell of fireside silence, that followed expiation of my offence, by suddenly calling my name.
"Yes ?" said I, inquiringly.
"I want to tell you something.