Her Faithful Knight — page 29: what you’re looking at

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A Moonlight Walk. 25 “T am sorry we can’t be friends, Mr. Read. I think I will take the omnibus here.” “The two-penny limit is not reached until Sloane street,’ he observed, in accents as sedulously restrained as her own. “It would be very unfair to me, Miss Knight, to leave me at this juncture. It would be indeed telling me that I had seriously offended you; and I would not do that for the world.” They walked on a little while in silence. Then she ex- claimed energetically: “T hate this lovemaking element, which will come in and spoil everything.” “Tt is the one thing which idealizes life and makes it worth living. And you will find it out some day.” “Why should you suppose so? Women can get on without men a great deal better than men imagine. I think the silliest line in all poetry is Byron’s, about love being a woman’s whole existence. It may have meant something in his time, when girls did nothing but play the harp, make wax flowers, and pose in ringlets for Books of Beauty; but at this end of the nineteenth cen- tury, hundreds of English women have to be breadwin- ners, and have no time to press dead flowers and weep over love letters tied up with blue ribbon.” “Breadwinning doesn’t prevent men from falling in love,” he retorted. “Why, then, should it crush all ten- der feeling out of women? Believe me, Miss Knight, only a woman can make a man happy, and only a man can make a woman happy.” __ “IT am happy,” she exclaimed, indignantly turning on him her shining gray eyes. “At least,” she faltered as she met his gaze, “I—I am very busy and quite contented. The two-penny limit is reached. Here is Sloane street. Thank you, and good-by.” “Good-by,” he said, holding, for the first time, her (E(0) Eomichbooks