On returning, he said, in the same almost expressionless tone: 'I hope you enjoyed the concert last night ?' This was what she had wished, that he would speak of the concert.
'I did, so very much,' she replied.
And, as she spoke, her face was lifted.

He was regarding her, and did not at once avert his eyes.

For an appreciable space of time they looked at each other.
Was she then satisfied?
Could she leave him now and draw a hard line between this hour and the future?
Less satisfied than ever.

His gaze was a mystery; it seemed so cold, and yet, and yet--what did it suggest to her?
That just observable tremor on his lip; that slight motion of the forehead, those things spoke to her miraculously sharpened sense, and yet she could not interpret their language.

It was very far from the look she had yearned for, yet perhaps it affected her more profoundly than a frank gaze of kindness would have done.
He moved a little, again glancing at the inner door.
'I was there myself,' were his next words.
'Yes, I saw you.