They had remained standing. She leaned back now against the door frame.
“Won’t you sit down?” he pleaded.
“No! Oh, no!” she objected quickly.
But he brought a chair and with a smile placed it near the door, as though to assure her of an easy line of retreat. She passed it, and crossing the room sat near the window.
“When making definitions,” he continued, seating himself near the other window, “we have for once an opportunity to speak without equivocation. In reality, things go no further than ‘most always.’ We seldom attain the absolute. But,” he added, lowering his voice a little, “I believe that it’s possible in that one thing which I defined as ‘sharing utterly.’ I believe that once we may live up to our definition. I believe it is within us all to share once—utterly and without quibbling.”
“It doesn’t seem possible,” she answered weakly.
“No. But it is.”
“I should think it would be quite confusing.”
“I should think it would be quite dizzily clarifying.”
“Isn’t that the same mental condition?” she laughed timidly.