"You see," I said quickly, "I'm sorry if you think I'm mad, but--but she
was crying, and now she is happy. She will be awfully happy all day."
I'm never sorry for the impulsive things I do, but I am nearly always
sorry because people don't understand. It seems to me like rubbing all
the lovely bloom off a butterfly's wing just to demonstrate that it is a
butterfly.
"I don't think you're mad," he said, smiling.
If I had had anklets as well as bracelets I could have given them away
this morning. He helped me down at the station; he was just a little
constrained, so I knew he was feeling tremendously full of feeling, just
as I was.
"Modern life doesn't give a fellow much of a chance. I have rather
absurd notions about you at this minute--I should like to be Sir Walter
Raleigh, and put my cloak down for you to walk on. You don't know how
humble you make me feel, Pamela Burbridge."