Not for a week yet, dear. I can't understand; he gives you no trouble.
No. I should like him better if he did; if he were more like others, and I had to plan somewhat for his comfort and enjoyment.
When is he going--your friend? for my part, he tires me frightfully.
"But she had unconsciously formed an image of him in her mind. She pictured him tall, slim, cynical; with eye-glasses, and his hands in his pockets; and she did not like him." "Gouvernail was slim enough, but he wasn't very tall nor very cynical; neither did he wear eyeglasses nor carry his hands in his pockets. and she rather liked him when he first presented himself."
"Then finding that Gouvernail took no manner of exception to her action, she imposed her society upon him, accompanying him in his idle strolls to the mill and walks along the batture. She persistently sought to penetrate the reserve in which he had unconsciously enveloped himself."
Oh, I have overcome everything! you will see. this time I shall be very nice to him."
" That night she went and sat alone upon a bench that stood beneath a live oak tree at the edge of the grail walk." "She had never known her thoughts or her intentions to be so confused. She could gather nothing from them but the feeling of distinct necessity to quit her home in the morning." "Mrs. Barona heard footsteps crunching the gravel; but could discern in the darkness only the approaching red point of s lighted cigar."
I am glad, chere amie, to know that you have finally overcome your dislike for him; truly he did not deserve it."
"She wanted to reach out her hand in the darkness and touch him with her sensitive tips of her fingers upon the face or the lips. She wanted to draw close to him and whisper against his cheek--she did not care what--as she might have done if she had not been a respectable woman." "The stronger the impulse grew to bring herself near him, the further, in fact, she drew away from him."
"When Gaston arose in the morning, his wife had already departed. She had taken an early morning train to the city. She did not return till Gouvernail was gone from is, Gastam under her roof." "There was talk of having him back during the summer that followed. that is Gaston greatly desired it; but this desire yielded to his wife's strenuous opposition."
"However, before the year ended, she proposed, wholly from herself, to have Gouvernail visit them again. Her husband was surprised and delighted with the suggestion coming from her." "...she told him, laughingly, after pressing a long, tender kiss upon his lips..."