'Why don't you sit down?' she said. 'It is not good for you to stand.'
'People sit down to rest.'
'Well, as you are tired already, it is the only thing for you to do.'
'I have not gained my cause, and I cannot rest till I do. Bid me rest,
Hazel! on that understanding of it.'
'Certainly not,' said Hazel. 'I cannot afford to lose my wits.'
'I am tired of living without you, Wych. Whether you have any sympathy with that feeling I do not ask. I only ask you to consider what regard it fairly deserves.'
'People do not feel apart, unless there is a barrier between,' said
Hazel. 'As when you barred me out of Morton Hollow.'
'Inconsistent'said Dane smiling; 'and weakly delusive. Hazel, you must give me a Christmas gift, and you must let it be that thing which of all others I want the most.'
'If you put it to me what you want,' said Wych Hazel, 'I should say, patience, and moderation, and a little practical common sense.'
'You are not the embodiment of those things,' said he daringly, 'and yet I want you.'