"That is an impossible woman. You are kind to me in your thoughts. And—you have not understood me after all."
"What have I not understood, Philippa?"
"My—my heart and mind."
"Both are wonderful, matchless——"
"You are wrong! There is your mistake. They are not wonderful; and both may be matched by the hearts and minds of any woman! ... Has it never occurred to you that I am very human?"
He remained silent; they walked on for a while, turned, and retraced their steps along the border of clove pinks.
"Have you gone over all your papers?" he asked in a hesitating voice.
"Yes."
"Is there anything I can do to help you—advise—aid——"
She turned almost impatiently: