How good he was--how affectionate beneath his reserve--a woman might securely trust him with her future.
So with every minute she grew softer, her eye gentler, and with each step and word he seemed to himself to be carried deeper into the current of joy.

Intoxication was mounting within him, as her slim, warm youth moved and breathed beside him; and it was natural that he should read her changing behaviour for something other than it was.

A man of his type asks for no advance from the woman; the woman he loves does not make them; but at the same time he has a natural self-esteem, and believes readily in his power to win the return he is certain he will deserve.
"And this ?" she said, moving restlessly towards his table, and taking up the photograph of Edward Hallin.
"Ah! that is the greatest friend I have in the world.

But I am sure you know the name.

Mr.Hallin--Edward Hallin." She paused bewildered.
"What! _the_ Mr.Hallin--_that_ was Edward Hallin--who settled the Nottingham strike last month--who lectures so much in the East End, and in the north ?" "The same.