Henceforward, I feel she may make what judgments and draw what lines she pleases; she won't change me, and I have some hopes of modifying her; but I am not very likely to feel annoyance towards her again.

She is like some frank, beautiful, high-spirited child playing a game she only half understands.
I wish she understood it better.

I should like to help her to understand it--but I won't quarrel with her, even in my thoughts, any more! * * * * * 'On looking over this letter it seems to me that if you were not you, and I were not I, you might with some plausibility accuse me of being--what ?--in love with Miss Bretherton?
But you know me too well.
You know I am one of the old-fashioned people who believe in community of interests--in belonging to the same world.

When I come coolly to think about it, I can hardly imagine two worlds, whether outwardly or inwardly, more wide apart than mine and Miss Bretherton's.'.