“Sidney,” she said, “promise that you will never, never ask me to come here again—it is too sacred.”
He was deeply touched by her delicate, sensitive thought.
“Dear heart,” he said, “never; yet do not the most reverent lips approach the sacramental cup more than once?”
“You will make a capital preacher,” she said, “but you must not persuade people to do things against their conscience.”
“You shall do as you like always.”
They were on the highway by this time; a waggon overtook them, and then went on at a foot pace just in advance.
Vashti seemed to walk with intentional swiftness.
“Vashti,” he whispered, “don’t walk so fast. Let those people get out of sight.”
“We must go on,” she said.
Sidney thought this touch of shyness adorable in her who was so self-poised, yet he protested with zeal. Do men always try to destroy what they admire?