To her Kendal's words, instead of being those of a single critic, were the voice and the embodiment of a hundred converging impressions and sensations, and she felt a relief in having analysed to the full the vague trouble which had been settling upon her by this unraveling of her own feelings and his.
'I am very grateful to you,' she said steadily; 'very.

It is strange, but almost when I first saw you I felt that there was something ominous in you to me.

My dream, in which I have been living, has never been so perfect since, and now I think it has gone.

Don't look so grieved,' she cried, inexpressibly touched by his face, 'I am glad you told me all you thought.

It will be a help to me.