“I didn’t quite mean that.”
“Oh, but you are one of that sort, for you are just like me at heart!”
“But not at head.”
She played on and suddenly turned round; and by an unpremeditated instinct each clasped the other’s hand again.
She uttered a forced little laugh as she relinquished his quickly. “How funny!” she said. “I wonder what we both did that for?”
“I suppose because we are both alike, as I said before.”
“Not in our thoughts! Perhaps a little in our feelings.”
“And they rule thoughts… Isn’t it enough to make one blaspheme that the composer of that hymn is one of the most commonplace men I ever met!”
“What—you know him?”
“I went to see him.”