for she suspected that he suffered

"They do," said Hirst with conviction. "In the first place,you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen; in the second,you have an exceptionally nice nature."If Hirst had looked at her instead of looking intently at his teacuphe would have seen Helen blush, partly with pleasure, partly withan impulse of affection towards the young man who had seemed,and would seem again, so ugly and so limited. She pitied him,for she suspected that he suffered, and she was interested in him,for many of the things he said seemed to her true; she admiredthe morality of youth, and yet she felt imprisoned. As if herinstinct were to escape to something brightly coloured and impersonal,which she could hold in her hands, she went into the house and returnedwith her embroidery. But he was not interested in her embroidery;he did not even look at it. 　　"About Miss Vinrace," he began,--"oh, look here, do let's be St. Johnand Helen, and Rachel and Terence--what's she like? Does she reason,does she feel, or is she merely a kind of footstool?""Oh no," said Helen, with great decision. From her observationsat tea she was inclined to doubt whether Hirst was the person toeducate Rachel. She had gradually come to be interested in her niece,and fond of her; she disliked some things about her very much,she was amused by others; but she felt her, on the whole, a liveif unformed human being, experimental, and not always fortunatein her experiments, but with powers of some kind, and a capacityfor feeling. Somewhere in the depths of her, too, she was boundto Rachel by the indestructible if inexplicable ties of sex. 　　"She seems vague, but she's a will of her own," she said, as if inthe interval she had run through her qualities. 　　The embroidery, which was a matter for thought, the design beingdifficult and the colours wanting consideration, brought lapsesinto the dialogue when she seemed to be engrossed in her skeinsof silk, or, with head a little drawn back and eyes narrowed,considered the effect of the whole. Thus she merely said, "Um-m-m" toSt. John's next remark, "I shall ask her to go for a walk with me."Perhaps he resented this division of attention. He sat silentwatching Helen closely. 　　"You're absolutely happy," he proclaimed at last. 　　"Yes?" Helen enquired, sticking in her needle. 　　"Marriage, I suppose," said St. John. 　　"Yes," said Helen, gently drawing her needle out. 　　"Children?" St. John enquired. 　　"Yes," said Helen, sticking her needle in again. "I don't know whyI'm happy," she suddenly laughed, looking him full in the face. 　　There was a considerable pause.