. The high heart. -- . late to say. The mind had suspended its action. ^.ly impressions were all subconscious, but registeredexactly. She was the most exquisite production I had everseen in human guise. Her perfection was that of somelovely little bird in which no color fails to shade harmoni-ously into some other color, in which no single feather is outof place. The word I used of her was soignee—^that whichis smoothed and curled and polished and caressed till thereis not an eyelash which hasnt received its measure of at-tention. I dont mean that she was artificial, or that hereffects were to
. The high heart. -- . late to say. The mind had suspended its action. ^.ly impressions were all subconscious, but registeredexactly. She was the most exquisite production I had everseen in human guise. Her perfection was that of somelovely little bird in which no color fails to shade harmoni-ously into some other color, in which no single feather is outof place. The word I used of her was soignee—^that whichis smoothed and curled and polished and caressed till thereis not an eyelash which hasnt received its measure of at-tention. I dont mean that she was artificial, or that hereffects were too thought out. She was no more artificialthan a highly cidtivated flower is artificial, or a many-faceted diamond, or a King Charles spaniel, or anythingelse that is carefully bred or cut or shaped. She wasthe work of some specialist in beauty, who had no aim inview but to give to the world the loveliest fthing possible. When I had mastered my confusion sufficiently I satdown with the words, rather lamely spoken: ii6. THE MARRIAGE SHE HAD MISSED WAS ON HER MIND. IT CREATED AN OBSESSION OR A BROKEN HEART, I WASNT QUITE SURE WTIICH THE HIGH HEART I didnt know any one was here. I hope I haventkept you standing long. No; but I was watching you. I came down only afew minutes after you did. You see, I was afraid—v/henwe came away from Mrs. Rossiters—that jou might beunhappy. Im not as unhappy as I was, I faltered, withoutknowing what I said, and was rewarded to see her smile. It was an innocent smile, without glee, a little sad infact, but full of unutterable things like a very young had never seen such teeth, so white,so small,so regular. Im glad of that, she said, simply. I thought ifsome—some other woman was near you, you mightnt feelso—so much alone. Thats why I watched round andfollowed you. I could have fallen at her feet, but I restricted myself tosa^ing: Thank you very much. It does make a got courage to add, however, with a smile of my own,I s
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