"No—that is, yes—perhaps it did."
"And—are you quite, quite sure?"
"Quite—quite sure!" said I, and, as I spoke, I laid my pipe upon the table and rose; and, because my hands were trembling, I clenched my fists. But, as I approached her, she started up and put out a hand to hold me off, and then I saw that her hands were trembling also. And standing thus, she spoke, very softly:
"Peter."
"Yes, Charmian?"
"Do you remember describing to me the—the perfect woman who should be your—wife?"
"Yes."
"How that you must be able to respect her for her intellect?"
"Yes."
"Honor her for her virtue?"