He listened, he smiled, he showed a faint pleasure and a great understanding in all these things, and he came back day after day to talk and listen again.

But that was all.

She felt that she could amuse him without charming him.
And Unorna suffered terribly.

Her cheek grew thinner and her eyes gleamed with sudden fires.

She was restless, and her beautiful hands, from seeming to be carved in white marble, began to look as though they were chiselled out of delicate transparent alabaster.