She saw that he was disturbed.
'What is the matter ?' she asked again, and sat down, a little way from him, on the settee.

He turned sideways to her, bending forward, one large hand twisting his fair beard.

There was a hungry look in his eyes, but his passing ill-humour had melted into a deep, adoring tendeness.
'Biddy--my mate--will you answer me a question--truthfully ?' 'I believe I can say honestly, that truth is one of my strong points,' she parried lightly.
'I want you to be serious.

I mean it seriously.

I want you to tell me what determined you on marrying a rough chap like me?
That letter--thinking of you among those grandees, you talking a language that's worse than Greek to me, brings the wonder of it home.