"Sometimes I think that I am." She laughed softly.
"Why ?" she whispered.
He looked into her eyes and he felt abject.

How was it possible to sit within a few feet of her and remain sane! "You are so wonderful," he said, in a low tone, "so different from any one else in the world!" "You are glad that you met me, then--that you are here ?" she asked.
He raised his eyes once more.
"I don't know," he answered simply.

"If I really believed--if you were always kind like this--but, you see, you make two men of me.

When I am with you I am a fool, your fool, to do as you will with.

When I am away, some glimmerings of common sense come back, and I know." "You know what ?" she murmured.
"That you are not honest," he added.
"Mr.Tavernake!" she exclaimed, lifting her head a little.
"Oh, I don t mean dishonest in the ordinary way!" he protested, eagerly.
"What I mean is that you look things which you don't feel, that you are willing for any one who can't help admiring you very much to believe for a moment that you, too, feel more kindly than you really do.