" Mrs. That's one of the troubles with young folks: they take themselves so seriously. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something. You'll never be guided by me—never!" "Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and the meekest deportment. He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. . No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. When I think of those ateliers of ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. She asked no further questions for the moment.