But why this talk of forgiveness?
Neither of us can alter anything.

Only," Elfrida breathed quickly, "be sure that I will not be accepted by you upon those terms." "That, wasn't what I meant in the least." "What else could you have meant?
And more than that," Elfrida went on rapidly--her phrases had the patness of formed conclusions--"what you said betrayed a totally different conception of art, as it expresses itself in the nudity of things, from the one I supposed you to hold.

And, if you will pardon me for saying so, a much lower one.

It seems to me that we cannot hold together there--that our aims and creeds are different, and that we have been comrades under false pretences.

Perhaps we are both to blame for that; but we cannot change it, or the fact that we have found it out." Janet bit her lip.