"It may appear egotistical, but I think that nearly defines the situation."
"Which is to say that you are more to her than I am?"
"Remorseless logic, but—no; I don't assert that for a second. You are her husband. Such a delicate question should not be raised."
"It is raised, and she must decide it."
"My dear Stapledon, let us have no brutality. Do try to catch a little of her big, pure spirit. We may both learn from her. These earthly wranglings would shock her immeasurably."
"You won't leave this place?"
"Not unless Honor asks me to do so, and without inspiration. Now, good-bye. To think of the sweet air we've wasted in such futilities! You're right about the rain. Look away south."
Yeoland rose from the mossy stone whereon he had pursued this matter, and quickly disappeared; Myles also moved upon his way. Great slate-coloured ledges of cloud were already sliding upwards from the Moor, and it was raining by the time the farmer returned home to his breakfast.
CHAPTER X.
A MAN OF COURAGE