Now that he was with her she could not say the things which she had told herself that she would utter to him.

She could not bring herself to hint to him that his views of life were so unlike her own, that there could be no chance of happiness between them, unless each could strive to lean somewhat towards the other.

No man could be more gracious in word and manner than John Grey; no man more chivalrous in his carriage towards a woman; but he always spoke and acted as though there could be no question that his manner of life was to be adopted, without a word or thought of doubting, by his wife.

When two came together, why should not each yield something, and each claim something?
This she had meant to say to him on this day; but now that he was with her she could not say it.
"John," she said at last, "do not press me about this till I return." "But then you will say the time is short.

It would be short then." "I cannot answer you now;--indeed, I cannot.