So I gave them to Elspeth." "With how many tears on them ?" "Not many.

But with some kisses." "All which," says Tommy, "goes to prove that I have nothing with which to reproach myself!" "No, I never said that," she told him.

"You have to reproach yourself with wanting me to love you." She paused a moment to let him say, if he dared, that he had not done that, when she would have replied instantly, "You know you did." He could have disabused her, but it would have been cruel, and so on this subject, as ever, he remained silent.
"But that is not what I have been trying to prove," she continued.
"You know as well as I that the cause of this unhappiness has been--what you call your wings." He was about to thank her for her delicacy in avoiding its real name, when she added, "I mean your sentiment," and he laughed instead.
"I flatter myself that I no longer fly, at all events," he said.

"I know what I am at last, Grizel" "It is flattery only," she replied with her old directness.

"This thing you are regarding with a morbid satisfaction is not you at all." He groaned.