scenery, and things that are beautiful, it makes me feel"
She looked at him suddenly, and saw him fumbling for his words.
"Silly like," he said.
She took him in with her glance, the old look of proprietorship it was, touched with a certain warmth. She spoke in a voice as unambiguous as her eyes. "You needn't," she said. "You know, Mr. Kipps, you hold yourself too cheap."
Her eyes and words smote him with amazement. He stared at her like a man who awakens. She looked down.
"You mean" he said; and then, "don't you hold me cheap?"
She glanced up again and shook her head.
"But—for instance—you don't think of me—as an equal like."
"Why not?"
"Oo! But reely"
His heart beat very fast.
"If I thought," he said, and then, "you know so much."
"That's nothing," she said.
Then, for a long time, as it seemed to them, both kept silence, a silence that said and accomplished many things.
"I know what I am," he said, at length.… If I thought it was possible … If I thought you … I believe I could do anything"
