A conception that he could name, and could act on, was something that now, at last, not to be too eminent a fool, he was required by all the graces to produce, and the luminous idea she had herself uttered would have been his expression of it.

She had anticipated him, but, as her expression left, for positive beauty, nothing to be desired, he felt rather righted than wronged.

A large response, as he looked at her, came into his face, a light of excited perception all his own, in the glory of which--as it almost might be called--what he gave her back had the value of what she had, given him.
"They're extraordinarily happy." Oh, Charlotte's measure of it was only too full.

"Beatifically." "That's the great thing," he went on; "so that it doesn't matter, really, that one doesn't understand.

Besides, you do--enough." "I understand my husband perhaps," she after an instant conceded.