I have been in France, and I may go abroad again before long." "For your pleasure ?" Eve asked, with interest.
"To answer 'Yes' wouldn't quite express what I mean.

I am learning to live." She hastily searched his face for the interpretation of these words, then looked away, with grave, thoughtful countenance.
"By good fortune," Hilliard pursued.

"I have become possessed of money enough to live upon for a year or two.

At the end of it I may find myself in the old position, and have to be a living machine once more.
But I shall be able to remember that I was once a man." Eve regarded him strangely, with wide, in tent eyes, as though his speech had made a peculiar impression upon her.
"Can you see any sense in that ?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes.

I think I understand you." She spoke slowly, and Hilliard, watching her, saw in her face more of the expression of her portrait than he had yet discovered.