"I wish I had written that!" I said, in a hushed, awed voice, after a moment's silence....
"Now kiss me good-night and go to your tent ... I feel restless, troubled in spirit, to-night," she said, continuing:
"Perhaps I have been too harsh with Penton....
"He is steering on a chartless sea with no compass....
"No wonder he, and all radicals and pioneers in human thought, blunder ridiculously....
"The conservative world has its charts, its course well mapped out....
"I suppose I am not strong enough, big enough, for him."
"Hush! now it is you who're just talking!" I replied.