I have been thinking, and it has occurred to me that I was not a wise, good woman, and I want you to forgive me." His answer involved no words at all, but it was meet for every purpose.
She pushed him away from her, and spoke gravely: "Will you do something for me, Grant ?" "Yes." "Will you do it now ?" "Yes--if it be good for you." "I want you to do this.

I want you to imagine me some one else, some one you regard, but for whom you do not care particularly.

And then I want you to tell me what you think, what you would think best about the--'the others'"-- blushing more fairly than any rose that ever grew on stem.

"Will you do that ?" His face was very earnest.

"I will try," he said, "but it will be difficult to imagine you someone else.