"I know how you love Master More, and how terrified we may become for our friends." "What do you think yourself, Mr.Torridon," she said suddenly, almost interrupting him.
He looked at her doubtfully a moment, and half wished that Margaret would come back.
"That is a wide question," he said.
"Well, you know what I mean," she said coolly, completely herself again.
She was sitting back in her chair now, drawing the paper serenely to and fro between her fingers; and he could see the firelight on her chin and brows, and those steady eyes watching him.

He had an impulse of confidence.
"I do think changes are coming," he said.

"I suppose we all do." "And you approve ?" "Oh! how can I say off-hand ?--But I think changes are needed." She was looking down at the fire again now, and did not speak for a moment.
"Master More said you were of the new school," she said meditatively.
Ralph felt a curious thrill of exultation.

Margaret was right then; this girl had been thinking about him.
"There is certainly a stirring," he said; and his voice was a little restrained.
"Oh, I am not blind or deaf," said the girl.

"Of course, there is a stirring--but I wondered--" Then Margaret came in with the candles.
Ralph went away that evening more excited than he liked.