at eleven o clock in the morning be a little trying a delicious sense of humour lit up in her eyes and he felt his interest in her advance a further stage if you have nothing to do we might go to the picture gallery there is a wonderful at eleven greek hymn at one but she felt all the same that she would give everything to go to the picture gallery with him but i am not dressed this is an old thing i wear in the morning not that there would be many people there only the and a girl at eleven in the morning by but is your father coming back at one why do you ask because you said greek hymn at one the time will pass quickly between eleven and one you need not change your dress then with an expressive little glance which went straight to his heart she noted his fastidious dress the the perfectly fitting morning coat across the chest the yellow brown trousers and the long boots half of patent and half of tan coloured leather i not walk about with you in this dress and but i sha n t keep you long while he waited he himself on the moment when he had determined to abandon his tour round the world and come back to see at she is much a hundred times more exciting than i thought poetry sympathy it is like living in a dream he asked himself if he liked her better than and answered himself that he did but deep down in his heart he knew that the other woman had given him deeper and more emotions and he knit his brows for he hated was the first temptation in s life and it carried her forward with the force of a river she tried to think but thoughts failed her and she her black cloth skirt and thrust her arms into her black cloth jacket with puffed sleeves she opened her wardrobe and wondered which hat he would like chose one and hastened downstairs you ve not been long you look very nice yes that is an improvement his notice of her occasioned in her a little flutter of joy a little exaltation of the senses and she walked on without speaking deep in her pleasure and as the sensation died she became aware that she was very happy the quiet silence of the spring morning to her mood and the rustle of last year s leaves communicated a delicious emotion which seemed to sing in the currents of her blood and a little madness danced in her brain at the ordinary sight of nature this way she said and they turned into a lane which almost looked like country there were hedges and fields and the amid by the cows and over the branches of the high elm the spring was already shaking a soft green dust there were nests in the bare boughs � whether last year s or this year s was not certain further on there was a and she thought that she would like to lean upon it and look straight through the dim fields gathering the meaning which they seemed to express she wondered if felt as she did if he shared her admiration of the sunlight which fell about the through the woven branches making round white spots on the so you were surprised to hear that i had given up my trip round the world i was to hear you had given it up so that you might hear me sing you think a man incapable of giving up anything for a woman he was trembling and his voice was confused experience did not alter him on the verge of an he was nervous as a he watched to see if she were moved but she did not seem to be he waited for her to contest the point he had raised but her reply which was quite different took him you say you came back to hear me sing was it not for another woman that you went away but how did you know the woman with the red hair who was at your party the tale of a past love affair often served as a plank of transition to another he told her the tale it seemed to him extraordinary because it had happened to him and it seemed to very extraordinary because it was her first experience of the ways of love then it was she who got tired of you why did she get tired of you why anything why did she fall in love with me is it then the same thing he judged it necessary to and he advanced the theory which he always made use of on these occasions � that women were more capricious than men that so far as his experience for anything he had invariably been thrown over the object of this theory was two fold it impressed his listener with an idea of his fidelity which by was essential if she were a woman it also suggested that he had inspired a large of thereby he gratified his vanity and inspired hope in the lady that as a lover he would prove equal to her desire it also helped to establish the moral atmosphere in which an might develop did you love her very much yes i was crazy about her if i hadn t been should i have rushed off in my old for a tour round the world he felt the light of romance fall upon him and this he thought was how he ought to appear to her yet he was sincere he admired he thought he might like to be her lover and he regarded their present talk as a necessary the habitual comedy in which we live so when asked him if he still loved he answered that he hated 