"But I should think the size of the place might relieve your mind of what seems to insist on burdening it.
Besides, I'd rather you thought me a better man than you do." "What kind of a man do I think you are ?" "The kind affected by what's said about people instead of by what they do themselves." "Aren't you ?" "No, I'm not," he said.

"If you want our summer evenings to be over you'll have to drive me away yourself." "Nobody else could ?" "No." She was silent, leaning forward, with her elbows on her knees and her clasped hands against her lips.

Then, not moving, she said softly: "Well--I won't!" She was silent again, and he said nothing, but looked at her, seeming to be content with looking.

Her attitude was one only a graceful person should assume, but she was graceful; and, in the wan light, which made a prettily shaped mist of her, she had beauty.

Perhaps it was beauty of the hour, and of the love scene almost made into form by what they had both just said, but she had it; and though beauty of the hour passes, he who sees it will long remember it and the hour when it came.
"What are you thinking of ?" he asked.
She leaned back in her chair and did not answer at once.