“No, you must think too. Neither of us belong to the class of practical men whom the world now delights to honor; but no practical man would go on our errand. No practical man would have rescued my father. Generous and lofty acts must always be done by those who are not practical men.”
“But I must go out. I must think,” he continued. “I will go and walk about the grounds.”
Saying this he left the room.
“Where is Edith Brandon?” asked Despard, after he had gone.
“She is here,” said Mrs. Thornton.
“Have you seen her?”
“Yes.”
“Is she what you anticipated?”
“More. She is incredible. She is almost unearthly. I feel awe of her, but not fear. She is too sweet to inspire fear.”