She stood in his mind so far above him that if she proved unattainable, he would scarce have suffered.

It was such a foregone conclusion.
Blakeney's words were the first to stir in his heart a desire for something beyond that quasi-mediaeval worship, something weaker and yet infinitely stronger, something more earthy and yet almost divine.
"And now, shall we join the ladies ?" said Blakeney after a long pause, during which the mental workings of his alert brain were almost visible, in the earnest look which he cast at his friend.

"You shall keep the papers in your desk, give them into the keeping of your saint, trust her all in all rather than not at all, and if the time should come that your heaven-enthroned ideal fall somewhat heavily to earth, then give me the privilege of being a witness to your happiness." "You are still mistrustful, Blakeney," said Deroulede lightly.

"If you say much more I'll give these papers into Mademoiselle Marny's keeping until to-morrow.".