This passage across the room amounted to a physical sensation, but what it meant she did not know.
Thus the time went on, wearing a calm, bright look upon its surface.
Letters came from England, letters came from Willoughby, and the days accumulated their small events which shaped the year.

Superficially, three odes of Pindar were mended, Helen covered about five inches of her embroidery, and St.John completed the first two acts of a play.

He and Rachel being now very good friends, he read them aloud to her, and she was so genuinely impressed by the skill of his rhythms and the variety of his adjectives, as well as by the fact that he was Terence's friend, that he began to wonder whether he was not intended for literature rather than for law.

It was a time of profound thought and sudden revelations for more than one couple, and several single people.
A Sunday came, which no one in the villa with the exception of Rachel and the Spanish maid proposed to recognise.

Rachel still went to church, because she had never, according to Helen, taken the trouble to think about it.