"I, too, am fond of the child, but I tremble for her. I am afraid she has that terrible thing which is called temperament."
George Hanbury made a second heroic rush, and dragged Honora out once more.
"What is this disease you've got?" he demanded.
"Disease?" she cried; "I haven't any disease."
"Mrs Dwyer says you have temperament, and that it is a terrible thing."
Honora stopped him in a corner.
"Because people like Mrs. Dwyer haven't got it," she declared, with a warmth which George found inexplicable.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"You'll never know, either, George," she answered; "it's soul."
"Soul!" he repeated; "I have one, and its immortal," he added promptly.