'I am not so very glad that I am going to the Hunt Ball,' she replied confidentially.
'Thanks for that,' said he.
She lifted her eyes to his for a moment.

Her manner had suddenly become so nearly the counterpart of that in the tea-house that to suspect any deterioration of affection in her was no longer generous.

It was only as if a thin layer of recent events had overlaid her memories of him, until his presence swept them away.
Somerset looked up, and finding the shopman to be still some way off, he added, 'When will you assure me of something in return for what I assured you that evening in the rain ?' 'Not before you have built the castle.

My aunt does not know about it yet, nor anybody.' 'I ought to tell her.' 'No, not yet.

I don't wish it.' 'Then everything stands as usual ?' She lightly nodded.
'That is, I may love you: but you still will not say you love me.' She nodded again, and directing his attention to the advancing shopman, said, 'Please not a word more.' Soon after this, they left the jeweller's, and parted, Paula driving straight off to the station and Somerset going on his way uncertainly happy.