Darby had not made allowance for human nature which he ought to have done, seeing how much he had of it himself.

Joan knows he did not mean it.
Joan has a nasty temper; she admits it.

Joan will try, Darby will try.
They kiss again with tears.

It is a workaday world; Darby and Joan will take it as it is, will do their best.

A little kindness, a little clasping of the hands before night comes.
Many ways of Love.
Youth deems it heresy, but I sometimes wonder if our English speaking way is quite the best.