Her respect for him deepened daily. She was sorry she would never gain his. He was getting the job done despite what he thought was hamstringing. He was giving her the benefit of the doubt. Would be wishing he had never set eyes on her by trial's end. She would contend with that then.
She attracted some looks on her way to the lake and once there. A long time ago she thought it was because she made an odd picture and had wished rather to be entrancing. She had ceased noticing. There were many people out, walking, biking, picnicking too, congregating opposite the Carillon which, as she approached, began to play in notes redolent of medievalism. The sounds were new to her, although she had seen a television program about the instrument and its players. Finding a spot to one side of a young
