Her fingers even returned the pressure of his.

She looked at him pleasantly, and once more he felt like a man who has wandered into a strange country and has lost his bearings.
"I want you so much to be happy," he said hoarsely, "but you are not strong yet, Rosamund.

We cannot decide anything in a hurry." "How surprised you are to find that I am willing to be nice to you!" she murmured.

"But why not?
You cannot know why I have so suddenly changed my mind about you--and I have changed it.

I have seen the truth these few minutes.