Her beauty seemed to hurt him.

He glanced at her flower-decked head and frowned.
"You look nice enough, if that's what you want to know," he said.
And she walked without her hat.

In a little while William recovered, and was rather tender to her.

Coming to a bridge, he carved her initials and his in a heart.
L.L.

W.
W.M.
She watched his strong, nervous hand, with its glistening hairs and freckles, as he carved, and she seemed fascinated by it.
All the time there was a feeling of sadness and warmth, and a certain tenderness in the house, whilst William and Lily were at home.