Good Books

"With a capital S," said he, leaning nearer. "The Woman! And it's right
here that his difficulties begin, because in the first place he is so
humble and she is so proud and--"
"Proud?" said she, glancing up swiftly.
"And so very beautiful!" he continued.
"Oh!" said she, and this time she did not look at him.
"Say," quoth Spike, "I think I could go another drumstick, Geoff."
"And in the second place, he is so unworthy and she so--"
"An' a bit more stuflin', Geoff," sighed Spike.
"Can she--help him?" enquired Hermione, stirring her tea absently.
"She is the only one who can--help me."
"Oh!" said Hermione again, very softly this time, stirring a little
faster; and, conscious of his glance, flushed deliciously and was silent
awhile. As for Spike, he glanced from one rapt face to the other
and--unostentatiously helped himself to more turkey.
"But," said Hermione at last, "how can--she help?"
"By constant association," answered Ravenslee, "by affording me the
daily example of her sweet self-forgetfulness and blameless life.


Pages:
152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176