His lips were ready to launch a reckless sentence or two; but they refrained.

Her attitude meanwhile betrayed an unconscious dread--like a child that fears a blow.
'You charming saint!'-- he thought; surprised at his own feeling of pleasure.

Pleasure in what ?--in the fact that however she might judge his opinions, she was clearly interested in the holder of them?
'What does one's own point of view matter ?' he said gently.

'I believe what I can,--and as long as I can--sometimes for a whole twenty-four hours! Then a big doubt comes along, and sends me floundering.

But that has nothing to do with it.