"I had only read one notice of it--that was enough."

"And you could write that letter to me solely as the evidence of one
wretched print? Oh, Phyllis!"

Pain was in his voice. It may have been in his face as well, but she did
not see it; his face was averted from her.

"Yes," she said quietly; "I wrote that letter, Mr. Holland. You see, the
paper gave large extracts from the book. I did not come to my conclusion
from what the newspaper article said, but from what you had said in your
book--from the quoted passages."

"They did not do me justice. I did not look for justice at their hands.
But you, Phyllis----"

"I have read your book now, Mr. Holland----"

"Ah, let me plead with you, Phyllis--not 'Mr. Holland,' I entreat of
you."

"And my first thought on reading it was that I had not written to you so
strongly as I should have done."

"My dear Phyllis, do not say that, I beg of you. You cannot know how you
pain me."

"To be misunderstood by you--_you_."