Judith has a passion for eggs and bacon and hayricks.
My own rapture in their presence is tempered by the philosophic
calm of my disposition.She wore a cotton dress of a forget-me-not
blue which suits her pale colouring. She looked quite pretty.
When I told her so she blushed like a girl. I was glad to see
her in gay humour again. Of late months she has been subject to
moodiness, emotional variability, which has somewhat ruffled the
smooth surface of our companionship. But to-day there has been
no trace of "temperament." She has shown herself the pleasant,
witty Judith she knows I like her to be, with a touch of coquetry
thrown in on her own account. She even spoke amiably of
Carlotta. I have not had so thoroughly enjoyable a day with
Judith for a long time.
I don't think she set herself deliberately to please me. That I
should resent. I know that women in order to please an
unsuspecting male will walk weary miles by his side with blisters
on their feet and a beatific smile on their faces. But Judith
has far too much commonsense.
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