Why, Philippa ?" "I will tell you why," she said, turning her beautiful face to him.

"If you will be patient, I will tell you why." She was silent for a few minutes, and then Lord Arleigh said: "I am patient enough, Philippa; will you tell me why ?" The dark eyes raised to his had in them a strange light--a strange depth of passion.
"I want to know if you remember the beautiful story of Priscilla, the Puritan maiden," she said, in a tremulous voice--the loveliest maiden of Plymouth ?" "You mean the story of Miles Standish," he corrected.

"Yes, I remember it, Philippa." "That which a Puritan maiden could do, and all posterity sing her praises for, surely I--a woman of the world--may do without blame.

Do you remember, Norman, when John Alden goes to her to do the wooing which the stanch soldier does not do for himself--do you remember her answer?
Let me give you the verse-- "'But, as he warmed and glowed in his simple and eloquent language, Quite forgetful of self, and full of the praise of his rival, Archly the maiden smiled, and with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you speak for yourself, John ?"'" The sweet musical voice died away in the starlight, the wind stirred the crimson roses--silence, solemn and deep, fell over Lord Arleigh and his companion.

Philippa broke it.
"Surely you, in common with all of us, admire the Puritan maiden, Norman ?" "Yes, I do admire her," he answered; "she is one of my favorite heroines." "So she is of mine; and I love her the more for the womanly outburst of honest truth that triumphed over all conventionality.