It hurts to have you treat me as if you thought me incapable of them."
"I'm sorry," she said simply, and her hands gave his a little quick
pressure which meant apology and regret. His heart warmed a very little,
for he had been sure she was capable of great generosity if appealed to
in the right way. But justice and generosity were not all he craved, and
he could see quite clearly that they were all he was likely to get from
her as yet.
"You think," he said, pursuing his advantage, "we know too little of
each other to be even friends. You are confident my tastes and pleasures
are entirely different from yours; especially that my notions of real
work are so different that we could never measure things with the same
footrule."
He looked down at her searchingly.
She nodded. "Something like that," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean
that either tastes or notions in either case are necessarily unworthy,
only that they are different."
"I wonder if they are? What if we should try to find out? I'm going to
stick pretty closely to Eastman this winter, but of course I shall be in
town more or less. May I come to see you, now and then, if I promise not
to become bothersome?"
It was her turn to look up searchingly at him.
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