"There is no other self! What do you mean?"
"There are two others—not this intellectual, friendly, kindly, visible self that offers friendship and accepts it—not even the occult, aloof, spiritual self that I sometimes see brooding in your gray eyes——"
"There is no other!" she said, flushing and rising to her feet.
"It never lived!"
"Then," he said coolly, "it will be born as sure as I stand here!—born to complete the trinity." He glanced out over the lake, then swung around sharply: "You are wrong. It has been born. And that unknown self is hostile to me; and I know it!"
They walked toward the house together, silent for a while. Then she said: "I think we have talked some nonsense. Don't you?"
"You haven't."
"You're a generous boy; do you know it?"
"You say so."