Would she have pardoned one of them the 'Diana!' bursting from his mouth?
She was not a woman for trifling, still less for secresy.

He was as little the kind of lover.

Both would be ready to take up their burden, if the burden was laid on them.

Diana had thus far impressed him.
Meanwhile he faced the cathedral towers of the ancient Norman city, standing up in the smoky hues of the West; and a sentence out of her book seemed fitting to the scene and what he felt.

He rolled it over luxuriously as the next of delights to having her beside him .-- She wrote of; 'Thoughts that are bare dark outlines, coloured by some odd passion of the soul, like towers of a distant city seen in the funeral waste of day.'-- His bluff English anti-poetic training would have caused him to shrug at the stuff coming from another pen: he might condescendingly have criticized it, with a sneer embalmed in humour.