'It's too big,' she objected sorrowfully. 'Big and hard, and, I believe, most horribly just.'
Airey stroked his beard in meditation over this.
'I'm inclined to think it is rather just. But I'll be hanged if there's an iota of generosity about it!' said he.
She held out her hand in farewell, and could not help meeting his eyes once again; those deep-set, tired, kindly eyes had a new attraction for her since her wanderings and adventures; they had the strong appeal of offering and of asking help all in the same look. She could not prevent herself from saying:—
'May I come again?'
'You must come,' said Airey Newton in a low voice.
He was left resolved that she of all the world should never know his secret. She went back saying that of all the world he at least should never learn how sore a fool she had been. Because of that glance between them these purposes were immutable in their minds.