I think there's no adventure I'm not ready to undertake for you; yet my passion--chastened, through all this, purified, austere--is still enough of this world not wholly to have renounced the fancy of some small reward." "How small ?" the girl asked.
She spoke as if feeling she must take from him in common kindness at least as much as she would make him take, and the serious anxious patience such a consciousness gave her tone was met by Mitchy with a charmed reasonableness that his habit of hyperbole did nothing to misrepresent.

He glowed at her with the fullest recognition that there was something he was there to discuss with her, but with the assurance in every soft sound of him that no height to which she might lift the discussion would be too great for him to reach.

His every cadence and every motion was an implication, as from one to the other, of the exquisite.

Oh he could sustain it! "Well, I mean the establishment of something between us.

I mean your arranging somehow that we shall be drawn more together--know together something nobody else knows.