"He calls things in such ways as you've never heard," Perry declared to
her as for further and possibly still more convenient information; which
Ralph, rejoicing at the comparative sociability of it, straightway took
up.
"Of course I do, I know it at once as soon as I've done it, know it by
the sound after, _after_, don't you see?"--he addressed the earnest
emphasis only to the girl. "Of course we have different expressions--but
I'm going to make _you_ like them. I'm going to make you understand
them," he explained in the most serious way.
The happiest thing was that though her appearance had determined in him
this sudden earnestness, the confidence shown in her and so quickly
heaped up made her break into a smile. "I'm not supposed to understand
unless I very much want to. Therefore----!" She only smiled, but it gave
Ralph an immediate chance.
"Therefore it's clear that you want to so far as I'm concerned; which
it's a grand comfort to feel--for I'm not in the least afraid."
"What have you to be afraid of?" she asked with a readiness that made
her brother break in before Ralph could reply.
"You understand between you then, damme, things that I don't!" Which
comment, looking from one to the other, he at once and most surprisingly
backed up. "You've smashed the great jar at Drydown, and he already
knows it, and that you've come up to make your confession."
"Oh I don't in the least know _that!_" Ralph declared. "What I should
like to believe," he said to the girl, "is that you've wanted so to see
your new kinsman that you've risked the adventure." His rejoicing
gravity was at such a pitch in it that she turned, under this address,
from pale to red, and that something in the expression thus produced in
her, which was like a rush of some purer intelligence than he had yet
touched among them all, determined in him the strangest inward cry. "Why
she's modern, _modern!_" he felt he was thinking--and it seemed to
launch him with one push on an extraordinary sea. He in fact wouldn't
have been sure the next moment whether he hadn't uttered the queer
words, queer, in their sense, even to his own apprehension; though he
was afterwards to take it that they had appeared to find no echo, even
if he had himself kept on knowing for the moment more or less what he
meant by them.
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