The tide had nearly covered the mud-banks, and twenty little ripples broke on the beach before Maisie chose to speak.
'Dick,' she said slowly, 'I believe very much that you are better than I am.'
'This doesn't seem to bear on the argument—but in what way?'
'I don't quite know, but in what you said about work and things; and then you're so patient. Yes, you're better than I am.'
Dick considered rapidly the murkiness of an average man's life. There was nothing in the review to fill him with a sense of virtue. He lifted the hem of the cloak to his lips.
'Why,' said Maisie, making as though she had not noticed, 'can you see things that I can't? I don't believe what you believe; but you're right, I believe.'
'If I've seen anything, God knows I couldn't have seen it but for you, and I know that I couldn't have said it except to you. You seemed to make everything clear for a minute; but I don't practise what I preach. You would help me.... There are only us two in the world for all purposes, and—and you like to have me with you?'
'Of course I do. I wonder if you can realise how utterly lonely I am!'
