"There's a certain amount of mystery we can now MAKE--that it strikes me in fact we MUST make.

Dear Mitchy," she continued almost with eagerness, "I don't think we CAN really tell." He had fallen back in his chair, not looking at her now, and with his hands, from his supported elbows, clasped to keep himself more quiet.
"Are you still talking about Aggie ?" "Why I've scarcely begun!" "Oh!" It was not irritation he appeared to express, but the slight strain of an effort to get into relation with the subject.

Better to focus the image he closed his eyes a while.
"You speak of something that may draw us together, and I simply reply that if you don't feel how near together we are--in this I shouldn't imagine you ever would.

You must have wonderful notions," she presently went on, "of the ideal state of union.

I pack every one off for you--I banish everything that can interfere, and I don't in the least mind your knowing that I find the consequence delightful.