Then the desire for her companionship appears passingly comprehensible.

Enter into the sentiment, you see that the hour of darkness is naturally chosen.

And would even a grand old Pagan crave the presence beside his dead body for an hour of the night of a woman he did not esteem?
Dacier answered no.

The negative was not echoed in his mind.

He repeated it, and to the same deadness.
He became aware that he had spoken for himself, and he had a fit of sourness.