The words were dreadfully commonplace, but spoken in his peculiarly sweet, low voice, with his deep, expressive eyes looking unutterable things into hers, to Eugenia they sounded most "apt and gracious." Nor was Beauchamp, for the time being, insincere. He really felt what he said. As he looked at this young creature, so sweet, so _very_ pretty, so ready to believe in himself as the embodiment of every manly grace and excellence, a strange, altogether unprecedented rash, of feeling came over him. If he could but throw all to the winds--prospects and position and future and all--and clasp her in his arms and call her his darling, his "one woman in the world," and carry her off there and then to some beautiful, impossible castle in the air, where there was no "society," no growing old, no anybody or anything but each other! It was but a moment's passing, insane, altogether ridiculous dream, and Beauchamp soon recovered himself, and Eugenia little suspected the cause of his sudden silence, for she was in a sweet dream of her own, the same in which for many days now she had been living, and from which she would not be very easily roused. Each day, each hour, almost, it was gaining more hold upon her; every circumstance, every trifling incident, seemed to bring her more and more under its influence; no shadow of misgiving had as yet dimmed its beauty and glowing perfection. Yet she was a girl to whom such a description of her enchantment as that suggested by the vulgar words "madly in love" was altogether and essentially inapplicable. We want a word surely to describe this higher, yet passionate love--the love of a pure, enthusiastic, undisciplined nature, dreaming that it has found its ideal, that the days of "gods and godlike men" are not yet over, to whom in such a belief all self-sacrifice, all self-surrender, would be possible, to whom the destruction of its ideal would risk the destruction of all faith beside. They walked on in silence for a little; then, by a slight quickening of their pace, Beauchamp managed to overtake Mr Thurston and Sydney, who were only a few steps before them, and for the next half mile the four kept together. It was better so, Beauchamp said to himself, for he was beginning to feel a little less confident in his own ability to draw back in time; his recent sensations had startled him considerably, and Roma's warning persisted in recurring most uncomfortably to his mind. Looking back over the wide range of his so-called "love affairs," he could not hit upon any which on _his_ side had threatened "to go so far." Roma herself, with all her attractions, had never roused in him a similar storm. He was as determined as ever to win her in spite of all opposition, but he owned to himself that by the time he met her again at Winsley, he might safely boast that his allegiance had been more sharply tested than even she had had any idea of.