enthusiasm. Unfortunately, her generosity was not likely to be challenged; although she nevertheless had the satisfaction of assuring herself at this moment that, like the mercy of the Lord, it was infinite. Should she satisfy herself of her friend's? or should she leave it delightfully uncertain? These had been the terms of what has been called her temptation, at the foot of the hill. But inasmuch as Adela was by no means strictly engaged in the pursuit of pleasure, and as the notion of a grain of suffering was by no means repugnant to her, she had resolved to obtain possession of the one essential fact of her case, even though she should be at heavy costs to maintain it.
"Well, I have very little time," said Ludlow; "I must get my dinner and pay my bill and drive to the train." And he put out his hand.
Adela gave him her own, and looked him full in the eyes. "You are in a great hurry," said she.
"It's not I who am in a hurry. It's my confounded destiny. It's the train and the steamer."
"If you really wished to stay you wouldn't be bullied by the train and the steamer."
"Very true—very true. But do I really wish to stay?"
"That's the question. That's what I want to know."
"You ask difficult questions, Miss Moore."
