Anderson, after they were gone, sat staring out of the window at the green spray of the spring boughs.

His mouth was twitching, but his forehead was contracted.

This problem of feminity and childhood which he had confronted was too much for him.

The boy did not perplex him quite so much--he did not think so much about him--but the girl, the pure and sweet unreason of her proceedings, was beyond his mental grasp.

The attitude of reproach which this delicate and altogether lovely young blossom of a thing had adopted towards him filled him with dismay and a ludicrous sense of guilt.