I can't tell you how I enjoyed that scene.
It made me cry with delight." As usual, when deeply moved, Lilian stood in a reverie, her eyes wide, her lips tremulous.

Then she stepped forward, and, with her hand resting upon the wooden rail, looked down.

There was no perceptible movement in the water; it showed a dark greenish surface, smooth to the edge, without a trace of weed.
"How I envy that man his courage!" "His power, rather," suggested Mrs.Wade.

"If we could swim well, and had no foolish petticoats, we should jump in just as readily.

It was the power over circumstances that I admired and envied." Lilian smiled thoughtfully.
"I suppose that is what most attracts us in men ?" "And makes us feel our own dependence.