She had come back, however this might be, to her immediate account of herself, and no mention of their great previous passage was to rise to the lips of either.

"Above all," she said, "there has been the personal romance of it." "Of tea with me over the fire?
Ah, so far as that goes I don't think even my intelligence fails me." "Oh, it's further than that goes; and if I've had a better day than you it's perhaps, when I come to think of it, that I AM braver.

You bore yourself, you see.

But I don't.

I don't, I don't," she repeated.
"It's precisely boring one's self without relief," he protested, "that takes courage." "Passive then--not active.