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He
turned
back
and
asked
:
-
"
When
you
’
re
speakin
’
to
a
young
lady
—
say
,
for
instance
,
Miss
Lizzie
Smith
—
do
you
say
‘
Miss
Lizzie
’
?
or
‘
Miss
Smith
’
?
"
"
Say
‘
Miss
Smith
,
’
"
the
librarian
stated
authoritatively
.
"
Say
‘
Miss
Smith
’
always
—
until
you
come
to
know
her
better
.
"
So
it
was
that
Martin
Eden
solved
the
problem
.
"
Come
down
any
time
;
I
’
ll
be
at
home
all
afternoon
,
"
was
Ruth
’
s
reply
over
the
telephone
to
his
stammered
request
as
to
when
he
could
return
the
borrowed
books
.
She
met
him
at
the
door
herself
,
and
her
woman
’
s
eyes
took
in
immediately
the
creased
trousers
and
the
certain
slight
but
indefinable
change
in
him
for
the
better
.
Also
,
she
was
struck
by
his
face
.
It
was
almost
violent
,
this
health
of
his
,
and
it
seemed
to
rush
out
of
him
and
at
her
in
waves
of
force
.
She
felt
the
urge
again
of
the
desire
to
lean
toward
him
for
warmth
,
and
marvelled
again
at
the
effect
his
presence
produced
upon
her
.
And
he
,
in
turn
,
knew
again
the
swimming
sensation
of
bliss
when
he
felt
the
contact
of
her
hand
in
greeting
.
The
difference
between
them
lay
in
that
she
was
cool
and
self
-
possessed
while
his
face
flushed
to
the
roots
of
the
hair
.
He
stumbled
with
his
old
awkwardness
after
her
,
and
his
shoulders
swung
and
lurched
perilously
.
Once
they
were
seated
in
the
living
-
room
,
he
began
to
get
on
easily
—
more
easily
by
far
than
he
had
expected
.
She
made
it
easy
for
him
;
and
the
gracious
spirit
with
which
she
did
it
made
him
love
her
more
madly
than
ever
.
They
talked
first
of
the
borrowed
books
,
of
the
Swinburne
he
was
devoted
to
,
and
of
the
Browning
he
did
not
understand
;
and
she
led
the
conversation
on
from
subject
to
subject
,
while
she
pondered
the
problem
of
how
she
could
be
of
help
to
him
.
She
had
thought
of
this
often
since
their
first
meeting
.
She
wanted
to
help
him
.
He
made
a
call
upon
her
pity
and
tenderness
that
no
one
had
ever
made
before
,
and
the
pity
was
not
so
much
derogatory
of
him
as
maternal
in
her
.
Her
pity
could
not
be
of
the
common
sort
,
when
the
man
who
drew
it
was
so
much
man
as
to
shock
her
with
maidenly
fears
and
set
her
mind
and
pulse
thrilling
with
strange
thoughts
and
feelings
.
The
old
fascination
of
his
neck
was
there
,
and
there
was
sweetness
in
the
thought
of
laying
her
hands
upon
it
.
It
seemed
still
a
wanton
impulse
,
but
she
had
grown
more
used
to
it
.
She
did
not
dream
that
in
such
guise
new
-
born
love
would
epitomize
itself
.
Nor
did
she
dream
that
the
feeling
he
excited
in
her
was
love
.
She
thought
she
was
merely
interested
in
him
as
an
unusual
type
possessing
various
potential
excellencies
,
and
she
even
felt
philanthropic
about
it
.
She
did
not
know
she
desired
him
;
but
with
him
it
was
different
.
He
knew
that
he
loved
her
,
and
he
desired
her
as
he
had
never
before
desired
anything
in
his
life
.
He
had
loved
poetry
for
beauty
’
s
sake
;
but
since
he
met
her
the
gates
to
the
vast
field
of
love
-
poetry
had
been
opened
wide
.
She
had
given
him
understanding
even
more
than
Bulfinch
and
Gayley
.
There
was
a
line
that
a
week
before
he
would
not
have
favored
with
a
second
thought
—
"
God
’
s
own
mad
lover
dying
on
a
kiss
"
;
but
now
it
was
ever
insistent
in
his
mind
.
He
marvelled
at
the
wonder
of
it
and
the
truth
;
and
as
he
gazed
upon
her
he
knew
that
he
could
die
gladly
upon
a
kiss
.
He
felt
himself
God
’
s
own
mad
lover
,
and
no
accolade
of
knighthood
could
have
given
him
greater
pride
.
And
at
last
he
knew
the
meaning
of
life
and
why
he
had
been
born
.
As
he
gazed
at
her
and
listened
,
his
thoughts
grew
daring
.
He
reviewed
all
the
wild
delight
of
the
pressure
of
her
hand
in
his
at
the
door
,
and
longed
for
it
again
.
His
gaze
wandered
often
toward
her
lips
,
and
he
yearned
for
them
hungrily
.
But
there
was
nothing
gross
or
earthly
about
this
yearning
.
It
gave
him
exquisite
delight
to
watch
every
movement
and
play
of
those
lips
as
they
enunciated
the
words
she
spoke
;
yet
they
were
not
ordinary
lips
such
as
all
men
and
women
had
.
Their
substance
was
not
mere
human
clay
.
They
were
lips
of
pure
spirit
,
and
his
desire
for
them
seemed
absolutely
different
from
the
desire
that
had
led
him
to
other
women
’
s
lips
.
He
could
kiss
her
lips
,
rest
his
own
physical
lips
upon
them
,
but
it
would
be
with
the
lofty
and
awful
fervor
with
which
one
would
kiss
the
robe
of
God
.
He
was
not
conscious
of
this
transvaluation
of
values
that
had
taken
place
in
him
,
and
was
unaware
that
the
light
that
shone
in
his
eyes
when
he
looked
at
her
was
quite
the
same
light
that
shines
in
all
men
’
s
eyes
when
the
desire
of
love
is
upon
them
.
