"You think that deep natures have most perils ?" "Thee knows it is so.

Human nature is like the earth: the deeper the plough goes into the soil unploughed before, the more evil substance is turned up--evil that becomes alive as soon as the sun and the air fall upon it." "Then, women like me who pursue a flippant life, who ride in this merry-go-round"-- she made a gesture towards the crowd beyond--"who have no depth, we are safest, we live upon the surface." Her gaiety was forced; her words were feigned.
"Thee has passed the point of danger, thee is safe," he answered meaningly.
"Is that because I am not deep, or because the plough has been at work ?" she asked.

"In neither case I am not sure you are right." "Thee is happily married," he said reflectively; "and the prospect is fair." "I think you know my husband," she said in answer, and yet not in answer.
"I was born in Hamley where he has a place--thee has been there ?" he asked eagerly.
"Not yet.

We are to go next Sunday, for the first time to the Cloistered House.

I had not heard that my husband knew you, until I saw in the paper a few days ago that your home was in Hamley.