"I like you for it. We understand each other."

"You're the dearest and best brother on earth, Freddy, and you know I
think so, and yet I speak as if I hated you!"

"We're chums," he said, as he put his hand on the top of Margaret's.
After that conversation became impossible. The horses were going at a
mad pace, through crowded, noisy streets. Margaret was a little
nervous, but she realized that there was only just time for Freddy to
catch his train, if he allowed the coachman to take his own way, to
drive in the arrogant native style. Every other minute she felt sure
that they would run over a child or dog, or knock down a foot
passenger. It seemed to be the privilege of anyone who could afford to
pay for a cab to drive over pedestrians if they got in the way; the
humble poor were of less account than the dust beneath the horses'
feet. The coachman's absurd cries to "clear the way" pierced
Margaret's ears without amusing her, while the cracking of the whip
almost drove her to despair. The noise and crowd of idle human beings
was bewildering to her nerves after the silence of the desert.

At last they reached the station, where they had to say good-bye
hurriedly and regretfully.

"I'll let you know," Margaret said, "what Michael Ireton advises.
Remember, I'm all right. Don't worry. You've been a dear. It was
awfully good of you to come."

"Good-bye, old girl," he said. "Take care of yourself."

As Meg walked back to her hotel, she comforted herself with the
assurance that Michael Ireton would find some way to help her. She
visualized to herself repeatedly the personality of Hadassah and her
expression of absolute confidence in Michael's Amory's loyalty and
honour. Her finer senses told her that it was natures like Hadassah's,
natures keenly sensitive to purity and uprightness, which could judge
people like Mike justly. The magnet of righteousness draws kindred
souls together. If Hadassah had doubted, then indeed she might have
listened to Freddy's counsel. Freddy was just and splendid in his way,
but Margaret did not blind herself to the fact that his knowledge of
human nature, even though it was singularly correct in most instances,
was derived from a more material source of evidence. His judgment was
governed by his practical common sense rather than by his super-senses.
Hadassah's nature was tuned to the inner consciousness of human beings,
as a musician's ear is tuned to the harmonies and di