"Looking at that distance makes me wish I hadn't been so wicked in my heart about Mrs. Mervill. I was bursting with hate of her, Mike—I longed to hurt her as she always hurts me!"
"You behaved splendidly! I knew it was an awful trial to you. You knew I understood, Meg?"
"It was a trial," Meg said, "but why am I so little when I am put to the test, and why do I feel so big, so far above such contemptible things, when I look at a distance like that?"
"Because you're a darling, human woman, Meg." Michael's arms went round her. "Because there would be no merit in our victories if the battles were quite easy."
"I suppose not, but for your belief in me, Mike, I want to be as big as the biggest thoughts I've got, and I'm only as small as my meanest."
"You are the mistress of my happiness, Meg."
Meg's eyes shone with understanding, while his words called up the figure and the bright rays of Akhnaton.
"Freddy said that I am to act as a curb on your unpractical tendencies, Mike. I felt very deceitful. He doesn't know how much I've aided and abetted them."
"He never imagined that he'd a practical mystic for a sister, did he?"
"Never," Meg said.