then went out to get his overcoat.

"Bring your things in here," she said, "it is cold in the hall. And
wrap up warmly! That is more important than all the Genevan and the
homiletical!"

He bade her good night, subdued with happiness that seemed to blot
out the troublous past, to be the beginning of new life. New
happiness brought new awkwardness:--

"This was not my regular night," he said threateningly. "I came to-
night instead of to-morrow night."

Gabriella could answer a remark like that quickly enough.

"Certainly: it is hard to wait even for a slight pleasure, and it
is best to be through with suffering."

He looked as if cold water and hot water had been thrown on him at
the same time: he received shocks of different kinds and was
doubtful as to the result. He shook his head questioningly.

"I may do very well with science, but I am not so sure about
women."

"Aren't women science?"

"They are a branch of theology," he said; "they are what a man
thinks about when he begins to probe his Destiny!"