Don't be alarmed--not from people, from Miss
Howe."
"Wonderful woman! I haven't told her."
"Is that always necessary? She has intuitions. In this case," Alicia
went on, with immense courage, "I didn't believe them."
"Why?" he asked, enjoyingly. Anything to handle his delight--he would
even submit it to analysis.
She hesitated--her business was in great waters, the next instant might
engulf her. "It's so curiously unlike you," she faltered. "If she had
been a duchess--a very exquisite person, or somebody very
clever--remember I haven't seen her."
"You haven't, so I must forgive you invidious comparisons." Lindsay
visaged the words with a smile, but they had an articulated hardness.
Alicia raised her eyebrows.
"What do you expect one to imagine?" she asked, with quietness.
"A miracle," he said, sombrely.
"Ah, that's difficult!"
There was silence for a moment between them, then she added, perversely,
"And, you know, faith is not what it was."
Duff sat biting his lips. Her dryness irritated him. He was accustomed
to find in her fields of delicately blooming enthusiasms, and running
watercourses where his satisfactions were ever reflected.
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