"What does that mean?" said she coming before him and looking with an inquisitive smile. "I don't know, Mr. Linden!"
"Do you expect me to explain such a humiliating confession?"
"No, certainly.—I thought, perhaps, you wouldn't keep to it, after all."
"I am a little afraid for you. What do you suppose I shall do this afternoon while you are gone?"
"I don't know—" she said, looking a little wistfully.
"I shall lie here and study that wood-box. You see I carry out my principles, Miss Faith—I have not thanked you for it."
"I don't think you'll study it very long," said Faith,—"there isn't much in it."
"Somebody has said," replied Mr. Linden, "that 'in every subject there is inexhaustible meaning,—the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing.' You must not limit my power of eyesight."
"If you wouldn't limit my power of something else?"—she said with gentle persistency.
He looked up at her.