After a little while, Gaston, having listened to some extracts from the newspapers upon his "brilliant, powerful, caustic speech, infinite in promise of an important career," quietly told her that he was starting for Paris, and asked when they expected to go abroad in their yacht.

Delia turned pale, and could not answer for a moment.

Then she became very still, and as quietly answered that they expected to get away by the middle of August.

He would join them?
Yes, certainly, at Marseilles, or perhaps, Gibraltar.

Her manner, so well-controlled, though her features seemed to shrink all at once, if it did not deceive him, gave him the wish to say an affectionate thing.