"Your spirit is still ruling your body. I can see that. And I suppose you would say that my body is still ruling my spirit. I think it is. I always told you I should take the easy path."
Mr. Arnold glanced at her, then he looked at the gay company on the flowered lawns, his ear caught the lively strains of the band, and his gaze wandered to the beautiful sloping hills and woods that formed a background to the charming old English house that was her property.
"A noble patrimony," he said in a low clear voice. "I would it did not belong to those who lay up treasure for themselves and are not rich toward God."
A crimson flush mounted to Mona's fair cheeks.
"Seven years ago," she said "we parted because of your unreasonable severity. Have we met to do the same this afternoon?"
A smile came to his lips.
"I hope not. I have lived and learnt to judge less harshly; but my aim is still the same. I hope my standard has not been lowered."
Mona shrugged her shoulders, then deliberately walked away from him.
Jill looked after her astonished.
"You have made Mona cross, Mr. Arnold."