Now he knew where books could be found; now one could see the precious things he possessed.

Her taste--her neatness--her diligence--nothing could beat them.

And she moved so quietly--had so light a foot--and always a pleasant voice and smile.
Oh yes, she had been a great catch--an astonishing catch--no doubt of that.

All the same he was not going to be entirely governed by her! And again he thought complacently of the weak places in her scholarship--the very limited extent of her reading--compared to his.

'By Zeus!--[Greek: ei pot' estin]--if it weren't for that, I should never keep the whip-hand of her at all!' She had made a forlorn attempt again, that morning, to dissuade him from the park adventure.