But his mind was supple, and he thought that he could fence with the genie.

Usually, when he spoke, he believed all that he said, believed it with all the strength of his reason, and yet--he saw the kingdoms of the world.

To-night, in the autumn air, pure and cold beneath the autumn stars, with the feeling and the fragrance of the forest day about him, in sympathy with his audience, and conscious in every fibre of the presence of the woman whom he loved, he saw no other kingdom than that of high and tranquil thought.
Jacqueline, seated at her open window, listened for the first time to any public utterance of her husband's.

He was not a man who often spoke of the processes of his thought.

Sometimes, in the house on the Three-Notched Road, he told her, briefly, his conclusions on such and such a matter, but he rarely described the road by which he travelled.
She knew the conservative, the British, the Federal side of most questions.