"Don't stop," said Sue. "I like it. I learnt it before I left Melchester. They used to play it in the training school."
"I can't strum before you! Play it for me."
"Oh well—I don't mind."
Sue sat down, and her rendering of the piece, though not remarkable, seemed divine as compared with his own. She, like him, was evidently touched—to her own surprise—by the recalled air; and when she had finished, and he moved his hand towards hers, it met his own half-way. Jude grasped it—just as he had done before her marriage.
"It is odd," she said, in a voice quite changed, "that I should care about that air; because—"
"Because what?"
"I am not that sort—quite."
"Not easily moved?"
"I didn't quite mean that."
"Oh, but you are one of that sort, for you are just like me at heart!"