"It seems to me," she said slowly, "lately, that I am willing to go by a new rule of life from that I used to follow."
"What is the new rule?"
"Well — Not my own will, Mr. Landholm."
He stood silent a little while. Her hand was still held in his. Elizabeth would have thought he had forgotten it, but that it was held in a free clasp which did not seem to imply forgetfulness. It was enough to forbid it on her part.
"How does the new rule work?" was his next question.
"It works hard, Mr. Landholm!" said Elizabeth, turning her face suddenly upon him for an instant. His look was bright, but she felt that her own eyes were swimming.
"Do you know that I am very glad to hear all this?" he said after another little pause.
"Yes," said Elizabeth under breath, — "I supposed you would be. — I knew you would."
"I hope you like being catechized," he said in a lighter tone.
"Yes — I do — by anybody that has a right to do it."