Majendie closed his eyes and let her voice play over him.
"Did you like it ?" she asked gravely.
"Like it?
I love it." "So do I.I _hoped_ you would." "My dear, I didn't understand one word of it." "You can't make me believe you loved it then." He looked at her.
"I loved the sound of your voice, dear." "Oh," said she coldly, "is that all ?" "Yes," he said, "isn't it enough ?" "I'd rather--" she began and hesitated.
"You'd rather I understood Emerson ?" Her blood flushed in the honey whiteness of her face.

She rose, put the book in its place, and left the room.
"Edith," he said, relating the incident afterwards, "I thought she was coming round when she wanted to read to me.

Why did she get up and go like that ?" "She went, dear goose, because she was afraid to stay." "Why afraid ?" "Because she's fighting you, Wallie.

It's all right if she's got to fight." "Yes, but suppose she wins ?" "She can't win fighting--she's a woman.

Her only chance is to run away." That night Anne knelt by her bedside and hid her face and prayed for Walter; that he might be purified, so that she might love him without sin; that he and she might travel together on the divine way, and together be received into the heavenly places.
She had felt that night the stirring of natural affection.