"Why?"
"Oh, don't you see? He won't be happy. He won't grow. His soul won't grow with you. You are not the woman for him. Someone else—perhaps—later— but oh! let me have him a little longer just now. I love him so! Don't take him from me!"
Lizzie smiled.
"You beautiful dear!... How young you are! How lovely!"
"Leave him to me! Leave him to me!"
The moon fell into fleecy clouds. The room was filled with shadow.
With the morning nothing had been dimmed. Lizzie was happy with a strange sense of companionship and comfort.
When Edmund came she saw at once that he was greatly troubled.
"Well?" he asked her.