I'm mistress of the house.

I wonder how it looks ?" "You'd be surprised!" said Doctor Barnes, cryptically.
He sat down, hat on knee, silent for a time, musing, looking at the pathetically beautiful face of the woman before him.
"You'd never get any of your own philosophy second hand," said he at length.
She smiled faintly.

"No, I'm not given to hysteria, if that's what you want to say." "Women do strange things.

But not your sort--no." "You don't call this strange--what I've done ?" "No, it was inevitable--for you." She seated herself on the bed, hands in lap.

How fine it was to hear a voice like his, to meet a brain like his, keen, broad, educated, here in this place! "No, you've not read books to get your own philosophy of life.