He stared at her with the swift intuition that there had been a season not long ago when he felt just like this. But now he was getting used to it. "Yes," his voice was quite steady, "I know what you mean." "It's that way with me now, and I'm just finding out about myself." Her eyes were fixed on the white line of the rapids. "I don't know what sort of a woman I'm going to be,--that sounds queer but it's true. I'm going to want something more than love," she added under her breath. Belding did not stir and there drifted down to them the deep, hollow monotone that pervades St. Marys when the wind comes in from the west. The young man scanned the innumerable lights beside the rapids,--he could place each one of them. Then slowly the moon came up with a soft gleam that laid a silver path across the river and touched the girl into an unearthly beauty. "I want you, Elsie," he pleaded. She looked at him with eyes like stars. "Perhaps I want you, Jimmy," she breathed, "but I don't know yet. Supposing I said 'yes' and then it was all wrong--for each of us?" "You said you asked for more than love; perhaps I have no more--in your mind." Clark's name was hammering in his brain, but he kept it down. Followed a little silence. "Do you want to do something for me?" she said presently. Her lips were tremulous. "I've always wanted that." "Then give me time to find myself--I'm trying hard now." Belding moved restlessly. "I'm afraid that some one else will find you." She glanced at him startled. "If that happens, Jimmy, it means that I haven't spoilt your life." "I want you to spoil it." "You haven't answered my question; will you give me time?" Belding got up, put his hands on her slim straight shoulders and stared into the beautiful, troubled face. "Elsie, if any one else does come between us--" She was seized with strange and sudden fear. "No, no, you don't know what you are saying." He relented instantly. "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense. Now I've got to go and see the bishop about the new church--won't you come?" The shadow passed from her eyes. "Yes, I'd love to see him, if you won't get on that subject again." "What subject?" "You know," she laughed, once more light hearted. "I promise, but for to-day only." They walked slowly down the long straight street that led past Filmer's house, which was surrounded by trees, and reached the corner where Fisette's cottage marked the turn up to the bishop's residence. Fisette was on his front doorstep with small people around him, and waved gayly as they passed. "He's very happy now, isn't he?" said Elsie.