It is not the book that makes me a better woman--it is the man I see behind it." He was too much moved to be able to reply--too much humbled.

He vowed to himself that, whether he could love or not, he would be a good husband to this dear woman.
"Ah, Grizel," he declared, by and by, "what a delicious book you are, and how I wish I had written you! With every word you say, something within me is shouting, 'Am I not a wonder!' I warned you it would be so as soon as I felt that I had done anything really big, and I have.
I have somehow made you love me.

Ladies and gentlemen," he exclaimed, addressing the river and the trees and the roses, "I have somehow made her love me! Am I not a wonder ?" Grizel clapped her hands gaily; she was merry again.

She could always be what Tommy wanted her to be.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she cried, "how could I help it ?" David had been coming back for his fly-book, and though he did not hear their words, he saw a light in Grizel's face that suddenly set him thinking.