" When next Chilcote called him he would make a new
departure. He would no longer avoid Eve; he would
successfully prove to himself that one interest and one alone
filled his mind--the pursuance of Chilcote's political career.
So does man satisfactorily convince himself against himself.
He had this intention fully in mind as he came forward now.
"Well," he said, slowly, "has it been very hard to have faith
--these last five days?" It was not precisely the tone he had
meant to adopt; but one must begin.
Eve turned at his words. Her eyes were brimming with life,
her cheeks still touched to a deep, soft color by the keenness
of the wintry air.
"No," she answered, with a shy, responsive touch of
confidence. "I seemed to keep on believing. You know
converts make the best devotees." She laughed with slight
embarrassment, and glanced up at him. Something in the blue
of her eyes reminded him unexpectedly of spring skies--full of
youth and promise.
He moved abruptly, and crossed the room towards the window.
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