But I think--you won't be angry with me, dear ?--I think you would go just the same." "You seem to think that I am obstinate," Philippa complained.
"You see, you are temperamental, dear," Helen reminded her.

"You have a complex nature.

I know very well that you need the daily love that Henry doesn't seem to have been willing to give you lately, and I couldn't stop your turning towards the sun, you know.

Only--all the time there's that terrible anxiety--are you quite sure it is the sun ?" "You believe in Mr.Lessingham, don't you ?" Philippa asked.
"I do indeed," Helen replied.

"I am not quite sure, though, that I believe in you." Philippa was a little startled.
"Well, I never!" she exclaimed.