Right, I mean, to do it for you." "Ah, rather!" she murmured with her smile.

And then, as to be herself ideally right: "I don't see what you would have done without her." "The point was," he returned quietly, "that I didn't see what you were to do.

Yet it was a risk." "It was a risk," said Maggie--"but I believed in it.

At least for myself!" she smiled.
"Well NOW," he smoked, "we see." "We see." "I know her better." "You know her best." "Oh, but naturally!" On which, as the warranted truth of it hung in the air--the truth warranted, as who should say, exactly by the present opportunity to pronounce, this opportunity created and accepted--she found herself lost, though with a finer thrill than she had perhaps yet known, in the vision of all he might mean.

The sense of it in her rose higher, rose with each moment that he invited her thus to see him linger; and when, after a little more, he had said, smoking again and looking up, with head thrown back and hands spread on the balcony rail, at the grey, gaunt front of the house, "She's beautiful, beautiful!" her sensibility reported to her the shade of a new note.