"They have no capacity for faithful and affectionate, and apparently happy--but oh, my dear! my dear!--what can they know of such a love as draws us together?
Why, to touch you--to be near you--to come closer and closer--to lose myself in you--surely you feel it too, do you not ?" I came nearer.

I seized her hands.
Her eyes were on mine, tender radiant, but steady and strong.

There was something so powerful, so large and changeless, in those eyes that I could not sweep her off her feet by my own emotion as I had unconsciously assumed would be the case.
It made me feel as, one might imagine, a man might feel who loved a goddess--not a Venus, though! She did not resent my attitude, did not repel it, did not in the least fear it, evidently.

There was not a shade of that timid withdrawal or pretty resistance which are so--provocative.
"You see, dearest," she said, "you have to be patient with us.

We are not like the women of your country.