I've got to accept that; natural selection rejects me,' looking up from his grass blades he smiled gravely at his companion; 'but I'm good enough for other beautiful things that need serving.

And I'm good enough to go on being Althea's friend, to be of some value to her in that capacity.

So my life isn't ruined, not by a long way, and I wish you'd try to feel the same about yours.' Helen didn't feel in the least inclined to try, but she found herself deeply interested in Mr.Kane's attitude; for the first time Mr.Kane had roused her intent interest.

She looked hard at him while he sat there, demonstrating to her the justice of life's dealings with him and laying one blade of grass so accurately against another, and she was wondering now about him.

It was not because she thought her own feelings sacred that she preferred them to be concealed, but she saw that Mr.
Kane's were no less sacred to him for being thus unconcealed.