I like the old streets where misery dwells." He promised to satisfy her taste, although he let her know that he thought it absurd.

The walks that she led him sometimes bored him, and he thought them dangerous.

People might see them.
"And since we have been successful until now in not causing gossip--" She shook her head.
"Do you think that people have not talked about us?
Whether they know or do not know, they talk.

Not everything is known, but everything is said." She relapsed into her dream.

He thought her discontented, cross, for some reason which she would not tell.