There are lots of things I can't get
the hang of entirely, but they all leave a sort of pleasure
behind. One feels it even if one only half appreciates."
She came over to his chair.
"I am glad," she said, a little wistfully, "that there is one
thing I do which you like."
He looked at her reprovingly.
"My dear Beatrice," he said, "I often wish I could make you
understand how extraordinarily helpful and useful to me you have
been."
"Tell me in what way?" she begged.
"You have given me," he assured her, "an insight into many things
in life which I had found most perplexing. You see, you have
traveled and I haven't. You have mixed with all classes of
people, and I have gone steadily on in one groove. You have told
me many things which I shall find very useful indeed later on."
"Dear me," she laughed, "you are making me quite conceited!"
"Anyhow," he replied, "I don't want you to look upon me,
Beatrice, in any way as a benefactor. I am much more comfortable
here than at the boarding-house and it is costing no more money,
especially since you began to get those singing engagements. By
the way, hadn't you better go and get ready?"
She smothered a sigh as she turned away and went slowly upstairs.
To all appearance, no person who ever breathed was more ordinary
than this strong-featured, self-centered young man who had put
out his arm and snatched her from the Maelstrom. Yet it seemed
to her that there was something almost unnatural about his
unapproachability.
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