"Am I becoming so?"

"You are. You oughtn't to: you have made a very recent and completelydifferent man of me."

As though that were an admirable achievement, or even of anyparticular importance. And yet she seemed to think it was both ofthese when, resting against him, within the circle of his arm, stillshy and silent under the breathless poignancy of an emotion whichever seemed to sound within her depths unsuspected.