"Yes! he is better, braver,
nobler than all other men in the world, it seems to me! He gives me all
the joy of my life--each day and night I thank God for the blessing of
his love!"
She paused again. Sir Francis turned and looked at her steadily. A
sudden thought seemed to strike her, for she advanced eagerly, a sweet
color flushing the pallor of her skin.
"You can do so much for me if you will!" she said, laying her hand on
his arm. "You can tell all these people who talk so foolishly that they
are wrong,--tell them how happy I am! And that my Philip has never
deceived me in any matter, great or small!"
"Never?" he asked with a slight sneer. "You are sure?"
"Sure!" she answered bravely. "He would keep nothing from me that it was
necessary or good for me to know. And I--oh! I might pass all my life in
striving to please him, and yet I should never, never be worthy of all
his tenderness and goodness! And that he goes many times to a theatre
without me--what is it? A mere nothing--a trifle to laugh at! It is not
needful to tell me of such a small circumstance!"
As she spoke she smiled--her form seemed to dilate with a sort of inner
confidence and rapture.
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