Eleanor!--I wonder why you go to these functions ?' He turned to look at her, his fine eye sharp and a little mocking.
'Because I like it.' 'You like the thought of it.

But when you get there, the reality won't please you at all.

There will be the dirty floor, and the bad music,--and the little priest intoning through his nose--and the scuffling boys,--and the abominable pictures--and the tawdry altars.

Much better stay at home--and help me praise the Holy Roman Church from a safe distance!' 'What a hypocrite people would think you, if they could hear you talk like that!' she said, flushing.
'Then they would think it unjustly .-- I don't mean to be my own dupe, that's all.' 'The dupes are the happiest,' she said in a low voice.

'There is something between them, and--Ah! well, never mind!'-- She stood still a moment, looking across the lake, her hands resting lightly on the stone balustrade of the terrace.