She was large, full-bosomed, wide-browed, clear-eyed.

She had not worried him about other girls.

She had reproved him for confessed follies in just the way that man loves to be reproved.

She had mildly soared with him into the empyrean of his dreams.

She had enjoyed whole-heartedly, from the back row of the dress-circle, the play to which he had taken her--as a member of the profession he had, in Jane's eyes, princely privileges--and on the top of the Cricklewood omnibus she had eaten, with the laughter and gusto of her twenty years, the exotic sandwiches he had bought at the delicatessen shop in Leicester Square.