As they faced together each saw that the other had passed through a furnace, scorching enough to him, though hers was the delicacy exposed.

The reflection had its weight with her during the night.
'Danvers is getting ready a bed for you; she is airing linen,' Diana, said.

But the bed was declined, and the hospitality was not pressed.
The offer of it seemed to him significant of an unwary cordiality and thoughtlessness of tattlers that might account possibly for many things--supposing a fool or madman, or malignants, to interpret them.
'Then, good night,' said she.
They joined hands.

He exacted no promise that she would be present in the morning to receive him; and it was a consolation to her desire for freedom, until she reflected on the perfect confidence it implied, and felt as a quivering butterfly impalpably pinned..