I have yielded, _miserable_ that I am.

But just now I felt it going away from me, Janet--" She paused, but there was no answer.

Janet was looking contemplatively into the fire.
"And I made up my mind to say it straight out.

It is better so, don't you think ?" "Oh yes, it is better so." "I hate you sometimes--when you suffocate me with your cleverness--but I admire you _tremendously_ always.

So I suppose we can go on, can't we ?" "Ah!" Elfrida cried, noting Janet's hesitation with a kind of wonder--how should it be exacted of her to be anything more than frank?
"I will go a step further to come back to you, my Janet.