And do you care about her ?' Gerald was silent for another moment, and she guessed that he had run his hand through his hair and rumpled it on end.
'She really is a little dear, isn't she ?' he then said.

'You mayn't find her interesting--though I really do; and she may be like _eau rougie_; but, as you said, it's a pleasant draught to have beside one.

She is gentle and wise and good, and she seems to take her place here very sweetly, doesn't she?
She seems really to belong here, don't you think so ?' Helen could not answer that question.

'Do you want me to tell you whether you care for her ?' she asked.
He laughed.

'I suppose I do.' 'And, on the whole, you hope I'll tell you that you do.' 'Well, yes,' he assented.
The dreadful steeling of her will at the very verge of swooning abysses gave an edge to her voice.