She had been there, but she had not gripped the--the something--she knew not what--which she was mad to have.
In the morning he had considerable peace, and was happy in himself.

It seemed almost as if he had known the baptism of fire in passion, and it left him at rest.

But it was not Clara.

It was something that happened because of her, but it was not her.

They were scarcely any nearer each other.