IN A WINTER CITY, 263
" How should I remember what I said so long
back as yesterday ? "
" That is hard!—for those who hear may
remember for a lifetime. Your words kept me
from where you were last night."
" What I say at any time is worth but Uttle
thought I fear you think too weU of me always,"
she said, on a sudden vague impulse and the first
pang of humiUty that she had ever allowed to
smite the superb vanity that had always en¬
With a soft grace of action he touched with
his lips the hem of her riding skirt.
"No," he said simply, "youmight indeed 'daze
one to blindness like the noonday sun.' But I
am not bUnd. I see in you many errors, more
against yourself than others ; I see the discontent
which always argues high unsatisfied desfre, and
the caprice which is merely the offshoot of too
long indulgence of aU passing fancies ; but what
matter these ?—^your nature and the nobility of it
Ue imdemeath them in a vein of gold unworked.
Yon have had the language of flattery to nausea:
I do not give it you; I say but what I beUeve."