Ah, that Nuneham day! It cut deep." 'She turned away from me, and leant over the side of the boat, so that I could not see her face.
'"You forced it out of Eustace, you know," I said, trying to laugh at her, "you uncompromising young person! Of course, he flattered himself that you forgot all about his preaching the moment you got home.

Men always make themselves believe what they want to believe." '"Why should he want to believe so ?" she replied quickly.

"I had half foreseen it, I had forced it from him, and yet I felt it like a blow! It cost me a sleepless night, and some--well, some very bitter tears.

Not that the tears were a new experience.

How often, after all that noise at the theatre, have I gone home and cried myself to sleep over the impossibility of doing what I wanted to do, of moving those hundreds of people, of making them feel, and of putting my own feeling into shape! But that night, and with my sense of illness just then, I saw myself--it seemed to me quite in the near future--grown old and ugly, a forgotten failure, without any of those memories which console people who have been great when they must give up.