They were really very beautiful eyes notwithstanding the dark rims encircling them.
"If only I had met you before!" she murmured.
"Why ?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Don't ask me," she begged.

"It would not be good for your conceit, if you have any, to tell you." "I have no conceit and I am not inquisitive," he said, "but I do not see why you laughed." Their period of waiting came to an end at this point.

The fish was brought and their conversation became disjointed.

In the silence which followed, the old shadow crept over her face.

Once only it lifted.