But that was quite incidental in the humorous run of his talk, diverting to hear while it lasted.

He had, of course, a right to his ideas.
No longer concerned in contesting them, she drank at the water of this plain earth-well, and hoped she preferred it to fiery draughts, though it was flattish, or, say, flavourless.

In the other there was excess of flavour--or, no, spice it had to be called.

The young schoolmaster's world seemed a sunless place, the world of traders bargaining for gain, without a glimmer of the rich generosity to venture life, give it, dare all for native land--or for the one beloved.

Love pressed its claim on heroical generosity, and instantly it suffused her, as an earth under flush of sky.