She put her head round the corner of the door, radiant with smiles, and with no more shame or embarrassment than if our meeting in this way were the most ordinary thing.

Then she caught sight of Phineas Tate and cried, pouting, "But I wanted to be alone with my Simon, my dear Simon." Phineas caught the clue her words gave him with perverse readiness.
"Alone with him, yes!" he cried.

"But what of the time when you must be alone with God ?" "Alas," said she, coming in, and seating herself at the table, "is there more still?
Indeed, I thought you had said all your say outside.

I am very wicked; let that end it." He advanced to the table and stood directly opposite to her, stretching his arm towards her, while she sat with her chin on her hands, watching him with eyes half-amused, half-apprehensive.
"You who live in open sin----" he began; before he could say more I was by his elbow.
"Hold your tongue," I said.

"What is it to you ?" "Let him go on, Simon," said she.
And go on he did, telling all--as I prayed, more than all--the truth, while she heard him patiently.