'Can you understand it?
The Duke, my dear! Things seem to be going on in the house, that really--and so openly.' 'That's one virtue,' said Miss Current, with her imperturbable metallic voice, and face like a cold clear northern sky.

'Things done in secret throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal.' 'You don't believe, then ?' suggested Mrs.Shorne.
Miss Current replied: 'I always wait for a thing to happen first.' 'But haven't you seen, my dear ?' 'I never see anything, my dear.' 'Then you must be blind, my dear.' 'On the contrary, that 's how I keep my sight, my dear.' 'I don't understand you,' said Mrs.Shorne.
'It's a part of the science of optics, and requires study,' said Miss Current.
Neither with the worldly nor the unworldly woman could the ladies do anything.

But they were soon to have their triumph.
A delicious morning had followed the lovely night.

The stream flowed under Evan's eyes, like something in a lower sphere, now.

His passion took him up, as if a genie had lifted him into mid-air, and showed him the world on a palm of a hand; and yet, as he dressed by the window, little chinks in the garden wall, and nectarines under their shiny leaves, and the white walks of the garden, were stamped on his hot brain accurately and lastingly.