I _love_ to pet you--there!" and she laughed softly, so happy to see that she had been able even to make this slight effect, for she saw the color had come back in a measure to his face, and her keen brain told her that this was the right tack to go upon--not to be too serious or show any sentiment, but just to use a sharp knife and cut round all the wound and then pour honey and balm into it herself.
"You and Sabine would never really have been happy together," she now told him.

"You were much too subservient to her and let her order you about.

She would have grown into a bully.

Now, Mr.Arranstoun won't stand a scrap of nonsense, I am sure; he would make any woman obey him--if necessary by using brute force! They are perfectly suited to one another, and very soon you will realize it and won't care.

Do you remember how we talked at dinner that night at Ebbsworth about women having to go through a stage in their lives sooner or later when they adored just strength in a man and wanted a master?
Well, I wondered then if Sabine had passed hers, but I was afraid of hurting you, so I would not say that I rather thought she had not." "Oh, I wish you had!" Henry spoke at last.