He, too, seemed to come--for the moment, at any rate--under the curse.

He, too, is greedy for money." "And you ?" she whispered.

"What did you say?
"What did I say ?" he repeated wonderingly.

"But of course you know! Imagine the horror of it--a health-food for the mind! Huge sums of money rolling in from the pockets of credulous people, money stinking with the curse of vulgarity and quackery! It is almost like a false note, dear, to speak of it out here, but I must tell you because they are angry with me.

I am afraid that your father will send me away, and I am afraid that our little dream is over and that I shall not wander with you any more evenings here in the cool darkness, when the heat of the day is past and the fragrance of the cedar tree and your roses fills the air, and you, your sweet self, Edith, are here." She was looking at him very fixedly.