Won't you let me show you the island ?" she added quickly, pointing to a hillock beyond, and moving towards it.

He followed, speaking over her shoulder: "That's what you seem to do," he answered, "not what you do." Then he added rhetorically: "I've seen a man polishing the buckle of his shoe, and he was planning to take a city or manoeuvre a fleet." She noticed that he had dropped the thou, and, much as its use had embarrassed her, the gap left when the boldness was withdrawn became filled with regret, for, though no one had dared to say it to her before, somehow it seemed not rude on Philip's lips.

Philip?
Yes, Philip she had called him in her childhood, and the name had been carried on into her girlhood--he had always been Philip to her.
"No, girls don't think like that, and they don't do big things," she replied.

"When I polish the pans"-- she laughed--"and when I scour my buckles, I just think of pans and buckles." She tossed up her fingers lightly, with a perfect charm of archness.
He was very close to her now.

"But girls have dreams, they have memories." "If women hadn't memory," she answered, "they wouldn't have much, would they?
We can't take cities and manoeuvre fleets." She laughed a little ironically.