Looking up all at once, he met her eyes fixed on him frankly and
affectionately, but he did not respond to her smile.
"How do you suppose all this is going to end?" he said, abruptly.
"Won't it do?" she answered, thinking of her paper. "Had I better give
it up, or re-write it?"
He threw the paper down with a gesture of impatience, and got up; and
then, as if ashamed of his irritability, he took it again, and gave it
back to her. In doing so his hand accidentally touched hers.
"How cold you are," he said. "Let me warm your hands for you."
"They are benumbed," she answered, letting him take them and rub them.
After a moment he said, without looking at her, "Do you know, it is
very good of you to come here like this."
"Why?" she asked. "It suits my own convenience."
"I know. But it is refreshing to find some one who will suit their own
convenience so." "That sounds as if it were not the right thing to do!"
she exclaimed.
"Nonsense!" he answered. "You misunderstand me."
Ideala withdrew her hands hastily, and half rose.
"What is the matter?" he said. "Come, don't be idle! You should have
mastered that book by this time.
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