"I am so sorry to have delayed its execution. Perhaps you will come to it with more zest and insight after the long rest."
"I think I shall," he answered, slowly, looking beyond her to where the day grew red in the west.
"I wish I could help you," she said, as if thinking aloud; "but women can do so little."
He withdrew his eyes from the window and looked at her again.
"You will do much," he said, speaking earnestly.
"How?"
"By inspiring someone to be great. A clod would become a hero with your—your——" then he broke off suddenly and withdrew his eyes.
"Won't you finish the sentence?" she questioned, looking at him shyly.
"Not to-day," he answered, and a few minutes later she rose to go.