This was her seventh heaven; and she didn't ask much of his liking--she only asked of it to reach the point of his not going away because of her own.

He had at times to be away for weeks; he had to lead lets life; he had to travel--there were places to which he was constantly wiring for "rooms": all this she granted him, forgave him; in fact, in the long run, literally blessed and thanked him for.

If he had to lead his life, that precisely fostered his leading it so much by telegraph: therefore the benediction was to come in when he could.

That was all she asked--that he shouldn't wholly deprive her.
Sometimes she almost felt that he couldn't have deprived her even had he been minded, by reason of the web of revelation that was woven between them.

She quite thrilled herself with thinking what, with such a lot of material, a bad girl would do.