I oughtn't to have told secrets, but I can trust you.' A gentle emphasis on the last word, and a smile of more than usual intimacy.

But his manner was, and remained through the evening, respectful almost to exaggeration.

Clara seemed scarcely conscious of his presence, save in the act of listening to what he said.

She never met his look, never smiled.

From entering the theatre to leaving it, she had a high flush on her face.