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"
And
another
thing
,
"
she
laughed
back
.
"
Don
’
t
use
‘
you
’
when
you
are
impersonal
.
‘
You
’
is
very
personal
,
and
your
use
of
it
just
now
was
not
precisely
what
you
meant
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
just
see
that
.
"
"
Why
,
you
said
just
now
,
to
me
,
‘
whiskey
and
beer
—
anything
that
will
make
you
drunk
’
—
make
me
drunk
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
"
"
Well
,
it
would
,
wouldn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
of
course
,
"
she
smiled
.
"
But
it
would
be
nicer
not
to
bring
me
into
it
.
Substitute
‘
one
’
for
‘
you
’
and
see
how
much
better
it
sounds
.
"
When
she
returned
with
the
grammar
,
she
drew
a
chair
near
his
—
he
wondered
if
he
should
have
helped
her
with
the
chair
—
and
sat
down
beside
him
.
She
turned
the
pages
of
the
grammar
,
and
their
heads
were
inclined
toward
each
other
.
He
could
hardly
follow
her
outlining
of
the
work
he
must
do
,
so
amazed
was
he
by
her
delightful
propinquity
.
But
when
she
began
to
lay
down
the
importance
of
conjugation
,
he
forgot
all
about
her
.
He
had
never
heard
of
conjugation
,
and
was
fascinated
by
the
glimpse
he
was
catching
into
the
tie
-
ribs
of
language
.
He
leaned
closer
to
the
page
,
and
her
hair
touched
his
cheek
.
He
had
fainted
but
once
in
his
life
,
and
he
thought
he
was
going
to
faint
again
.
He
could
scarcely
breathe
,
and
his
heart
was
pounding
the
blood
up
into
his
throat
and
suffocating
him
.
Never
had
she
seemed
so
accessible
as
now
.
For
the
moment
the
great
gulf
that
separated
them
was
bridged
.
But
there
was
no
diminution
in
the
loftiness
of
his
feeling
for
her
.
She
had
not
descended
to
him
.
It
was
he
who
had
been
caught
up
into
the
clouds
and
carried
to
her
.
His
reverence
for
her
,
in
that
moment
,
was
of
the
same
order
as
religious
awe
and
fervor
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
intruded
upon
the
holy
of
holies
,
and
slowly
and
carefully
he
moved
his
head
aside
from
the
contact
which
thrilled
him
like
an
electric
shock
and
of
which
she
had
not
been
aware
.
Several
weeks
went
by
,
during
which
Martin
Eden
studied
his
grammar
,
reviewed
the
books
on
etiquette
,
and
read
voraciously
the
books
that
caught
his
fancy
.
Of
his
own
class
he
saw
nothing
.
The
girls
of
the
Lotus
Club
wondered
what
had
become
of
him
and
worried
Jim
with
questions
,
and
some
of
the
fellows
who
put
on
the
glove
at
Riley
’
s
were
glad
that
Martin
came
no
more
.
He
made
another
discovery
of
treasure
-
trove
in
the
library
.
As
the
grammar
had
shown
him
the
tie
-
ribs
of
language
,
so
that
book
showed
him
the
tie
-
ribs
of
poetry
,
and
he
began
to
learn
metre
and
construction
and
form
,
beneath
the
beauty
he
loved
finding
the
why
and
wherefore
of
that
beauty
.
Another
modern
book
he
found
treated
poetry
as
a
representative
art
,
treated
it
exhaustively
,
with
copious
illustrations
from
the
best
in
literature
.
Never
had
he
read
fiction
with
so
keen
zest
as
he
studied
these
books
.
And
his
fresh
mind
,
untaxed
for
twenty
years
and
impelled
by
maturity
of
desire
,
gripped
hold
of
what
he
read
with
a
virility
unusual
to
the
student
mind
.
When
he
looked
back
now
from
his
vantage
-
ground
,
the
old
world
he
had
known
,
the
world
of
land
and
sea
and
ships
,
of
sailor
-
men
and
harpy
-
women
,
seemed
a
very
small
world
;
and
yet
it
blended
in
with
this
new
world
and
expanded
.
His
mind
made
for
unity
,
and
he
was
surprised
when
at
first
he
began
to
see
points
of
contact
between
the
two
worlds
.
And
he
was
ennobled
,
as
well
,
by
the
loftiness
of
thought
and
beauty
he
found
in
the
books
.
This
led
him
to
believe
more
firmly
than
ever
that
up
above
him
,
in
society
like
Ruth
and
her
family
,
all
men
and
women
thought
these
thoughts
and
lived
them
.
Down
below
where
he
lived
was
the
ignoble
,
and
he
wanted
to
purge
himself
of
the
ignoble
that
had
soiled
all
his
days
,
and
to
rise
to
that
sublimated
realm
where
dwelt
the
upper
classes
.
All
his
childhood
and
youth
had
been
troubled
by
a
vague
unrest
;
he
had
never
known
what
he
wanted
,
but
he
had
wanted
something
that
he
had
hunted
vainly
for
until
he
met
Ruth
.
And
now
his
unrest
had
become
sharp
and
painful
,
and
he
knew
at
last
,
clearly
and
definitely
,
that
it
was
beauty
,
and
intellect
,
and
love
that
he
must
have
.
During
those
several
weeks
he
saw
Ruth
half
a
dozen
times
,
and
each
time
was
an
added
inspiration
.
She
helped
him
with
his
English
,
corrected
his
pronunciation
,
and
started
him
on
arithmetic
.
But
their
intercourse
was
not
all
devoted
to
elementary
study
.
He
had
seen
too
much
of
life
,
and
his
mind
was
too
matured
,
to
be
wholly
content
with
fractions
,
cube
root
,
parsing
,
and
analysis
;
and
there
were
times
when
their
conversation
turned
on
other
themes
—
the
last
poetry
he
had
read
,
the
latest
poet
she
had
studied
.
And
when
she
read
aloud
to
him
her
favorite
passages
,
he
ascended
to
the
topmost
heaven
of
delight
.
Never
,
in
all
the
women
he
had
heard
speak
,
had
he
heard
a
voice
like
hers
.
The
least
sound
of
it
was
a
stimulus
to
his
love
,
and
he
thrilled
and
throbbed
with
every
word
she
uttered
.
It
was
the
quality
of
it
,
the
repose
,
and
the
musical
modulation
—
the
soft
,
rich
,
indefinable
product
of
culture
and
a
gentle
soul
.
As
he
listened
to
her
,
there
rang
in
the
ears
of
his
memory
the
harsh
cries
of
barbarian
women
and
of
hags
,
and
,
in
lesser
degrees
of
harshness
,
the
strident
voices
of
working
women
and
of
the
girls
of
his
own
class
.
Then
the
chemistry
of
vision
would
begin
to
work
,
and
they
would
troop
in
review
across
his
mind
,
each
,
by
contrast
,
multiplying
Ruth
’
s
glories
.
Then
,
too
,
his
bliss
was
heightened
by
the
knowledge
that
her
mind
was
comprehending
what
she
read
and
was
quivering
with
appreciation
of
the
beauty
of
the
written
thought
.
