each, in this moment, though
in differing degree, the desire for harmoniousness was meeting the more
intangible feeling that harmony between them seemed to involve surrender
in another direction.

"How could it be?" said the man. "It's what I've been trying to say. But
I naturally supposed that you--"

"I supposed so, too. It seems that I don't."

She looked down at her hand upon the rail, and said: "Don't
misunderstand me. Of course I think that papa is doing what is right. Of
course I am on his side. I think your sympathy with the poor makes you
extreme. But ... you asked me the other day to try to see your point of
view. Well, I think I do see it now. People," said Cally, with a young
dignity that became her well, "sometimes agree to disagree. I feel--now
when we've quarreled so much--that I'd like to be friends."

The tall young man looked hurriedly away, down the dusky street. In his
mind were his articles, shooting about: his terrible articles, where
surely nobody would find any gentleness to surprise them. They were the
best thing he would ever do; precisely the thing he had always wanted to
do. And yet--well he knew now that he had no joy in them....

"It's tremendously generous of you," he said, mechanically.

Cally's eyes wavered from his face, and she answered: "No, I'm not
generous."

Her struggle was to keep life fixed and constant, and all about her she
found life fluent and changing. Or perhaps life was constant, and the
fluency was in her. Or perhaps the difficulty was all in this man, about
whom she had never been able to take any position that he did not
shortly oust her from it. Considering her resolution only last night,
she too had thought, when she began, that she was carrying generosity
to the point of downright disloyalty to papa. By what strangeness of his
expression did he make her feel that even this was not generous enough,
that more was required of the daughter of the Works than merely
withdrawing from all responsibility?...

V. Vivian regarded the lovely Hun. As a prophet you might glory, but as
a man you must face the music....

"But I must tell you," he began, with visible effort, "that you--you
will feel very differently, when you've seen--"

However, she interrupted him, raising her eyes with a little smile,
sweet and somewhat sad.

"I'll look after my part of it," said she; and there was her pledge of
amity held out, gloved in white. "Do you think you can be my friend?"