"But you
know women are credited with a sort of instinct--even intuition--that
leads them safely where men's reasoning can't always follow."
"It never leads them astray, by any chance?"
"Yes, I think it does sometimes," she owned frankly. "But it's as well
for the woman to be on her guard, isn't it? Because, sometimes, you
know, she loses her head. And when that happens--"
"All is lost? Or does a man's reasoning, slower and not so infallible,
but sometimes based on greater knowledge, step in and save the day?"
"It often does. But, in this case--well, it's not just a case of
reasoning, is it?"
"The case of my falling in love with a girl I've only
known--slightly--for four months? It has seemed to me all along it was
just that. It's been a case of the head sanctioning the heart--and you
probably know it's not always that way with a young man's experiences.
Every ideal I've ever known--and I've had a few, though you might not
think it--every good thought and purpose, have been stimulated by my
contact with the people of your father's house. And since I have met you
some new ideals have been born. They have become very dear to me, those
new ideals, Miss Roberta, though they've had only a short time to grow.
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