d help her; but the all-important matter
that night was to satisfy herself how much she could help him. In this
reverie she found such warmth and light as set her glowing before dawn,
for she built up the spiritual picture of Raymond, came very close to
its ultimate realities, quickened by the new inspiration, and found that
it should be well within her power to serve him generously. She took no
credit to herself, but recognized a happy accident of character.

There were weak spots in all masculine armour, that only a woman could
make strong, and by a good chance she felt that her particular womanhood
might serve this essential turn for Raymond's manhood. To strengthen her
own man's weak spots--surely that was the crown and completion of any
wedded life for a woman. To check, to supplement, to enrich: that he
would surely do for her; and she hoped to deal as faithfully with him.

She was not clear-sighted here, for love, if it be love at all, must
bring the rosy veil with it and dim the seeing of the brightest eyes.
While the fact that she had grown up with Raymond made her view clear
enough in some directions, in others it served, of course, to dim
judgment. She credited him with greater intellect than he possessed, and
dreamed that higher achievements were in his power than was the truth.
But there existed a mean, below her dream yet above his present
ambition, that it was certainly possible with her incentive he might
attain. She might make him more sympathetic and so more synthetic also,
and show him how his own industry embraced industrial problems at
large--how it could not be taken by itself, but must hold its place only
by favour of its progress, and command respect only as it represented
the worthiest relation between capital and labour. Thus, from the
personal interest of his work, she would lift him to measure the
world-wide needs of all workers. And then, in time to come, he would
forget the personal before the more splendid demands of the universal.
The trend of machinery was towards tyranny; he must never lose sight of
that, or let the material threaten the spiritual. Private life, as well
as public life, was open to the tyranny of the machine; and there, too,
it would be her joyful privilege to fight beside him for added beauty,
added liberty, not only in their own home, but all homes wherein they
had power to increase comfort and therefore happiness. The sensitiveness
of women should be linked to the dri