After the prayer that closed the Sabbath she accompanied him to his room with a glance from the corner of her eye, and it seemed to her that she was being freed of care. But suddenly he stopped upon the threshold, and turned to her with exceeding tenderness.
“Forgive me the glances, my hostess, that I cast upon you yester eve and to-day.”
She answered sternly and indifferently:
“And were they glances such as call for pardon?”
“Did you not feel them?”
“They did not offend me.”
He stepped toward her.
“Oh, surely they did not offend you. How, indeed, could they? But they should have pained you.”
“Pained me?”
She did not understand him.