'No, I do not recollect, but I will learn them; learn them for your
sake.'

'I do not want you to learn them for my sake.'

'But I shall.'

She had taken off her hat and his hand strayed to her neck. Her head
fell on his shoulder and she had forgotten his ignorance of OEnone.
Presently she awoke from her delicious trance and they moved
homewards in silence. Frank was a little uneasy.

'I do greatly admire Tennyson,' he said.

'What do you admire? You have hardly looked at him.'

'I saw a very good review of him. I will look that review up, by the
way, before I come down again. Mr Maurice was talking about it.'

Madge had a desire to say something, but she did not know what to
say, a burden lay upon her chest. It was that weight which presses
there when we are alone with those with whom we are not strangers,
but with whom we are not completely at home, and she actually found
herself impatient and half-desirous of solitude. This must be
criminal or disease, she thought to herself, and she forcibly
recalled Frank's virtues. She was so far successful that when they
parted and he kissed her, she was more than usually caressing, and
her ardent embrace, at least for the moment, relieved that unpleasant
sensation in the region of the heart. When he had gone she reasoned
with herself. What a miserable counterfeit of love, she argued, is