"How can you possibly have any—any more than you can possibly have that one's honour is everything in life?" And her charming eyes expressed to him her need to feel that he was quite at one with her on that point.
He could give her every assurance. "Oh, yes—everything in life!"
It did her much good, brought back the rest of her brightness. "Wasn't it just of the question of the honour of things that we talked awhile ago—and of the difficulty of sometimes keeping our sense of it clear? There's no more to be said therefore," she went on with the faintest soft sigh about it, "except that I leave you to your ancient glory as I leave you to your strict duty." She had these things there before her; they might have been a well-spread board from which she turned away fasting. "I hope you'll do justice to dear old Covering in spite of its weak points, and I hope above all you'll not be incommoded———"
As she hesitated here he was too intent. "Incommoded———?"
She saw it better than she could express it. "Well, by such a rage———!"
He challenged this description with a strange gleam. "You suppose it will be a rage?"
