As I would not--no! Good heavens, no! So perhaps it is as well, for I will go on loving him, of course, and some day he will come back to me, in his shackles, and together, whatever we do, we will make no vulgar mess of it.

In the meantime, Buddha, I will smile, like you.
"And there is always this, which is the best of me.

You agree, don't you, that it is the best of me ?" She fingered the manuscript in her lap.

"All my power, all my joy, the quintessence of my life! I think I shall be angry if it has a common success, if the people like it too well.
I only want recognition for it--recognition and acknowledgment and admission.

I want George Meredith to ask to be introduced to me!" She made rather a pitiful effort to smile.