ed. "It is not because I do not
love you--Selwyn. I do--love you." The crushing of my hands hurt,
but he said nothing. "I shall never marry unless I marry you--but I
am not sure--we should be happy."

"Why not? Is there anything that man could do I would not do to make
you happy? All that I am or may be, all that I have to give--and of
love I have much--is for you. What is it, then, you fear? Your
freedom? I should never interfere with that."

I shook my head. "It is not my freedom. What I fear is our lack of
sympathy with, our lack of understanding of, certain points of view.
We look at life so differently."

"But certainly a woman doesn't expect a man to think just as she
thinks, to feel as she feels, to see as she sees, nor does he expect
her to see and feel and think his way in all things. As individuals
they--"

"Of course I wouldn't expect, wouldn't want my husband to feel toward
all things as I feel. I would not want a stupid husband with no mind
of his own! You know very well it is nothing of that sort. If,
however, we cared not at all for the same sort of books; if we saw
little alike in art and literature, in music or morals, in science or
religion; if the same interests did not appeal; if to the same
impulse there was no response--we could hardly hope for genuine
comradeship. In most of those things we are together, but life is so
much bigger than things, and in our ideas of life and what to do with
it we are pretty far apart."

"Are we? Are you very sure? Are you perfectly sure, Danny, that we
are so very far apart?"

Something warm and sweet, so tempestuously sweet that it terrified,
for a moment surged, and, half-blinded, I looked up at him. "Do you
mean--?" My fingers interlocked with his.

"That I would like to live in Scarborough Square?" He smiled
unsteadily and shook his head. "No, I wouldn't know how to live
there. I wouldn't fit in. I am just myself. You are a dozen selves
in one. But I am beginning to see dimly what you see clearly.
Concerning my selfishness there is certainly nothing hazy. The walls
around my house have been pretty high, and perhaps they should come
down. You have much to teach me. I have a habit of questioning--"

"So have I. All thinking people question. But in spite of my
questioning, perhaps because of it, I know now that my life--must
count. It isn't mine to use just for myself, or in the easiest way.
If there's anything to it, I've