Now and again he looked at her with different eyes--eyes from which the joy had of a sudden faded, rather fearful eyes that looked a question which could not be asked.

Her eyes rather shrank from his, and when they did look into them it was with a like question.
But they were too deeply in love with one another for any other emotion to hold them for long at a time.

Presently in the joy of being together, looking at one another, touching one another, the fearfulness and the question passed from their eyes.
There was nothing rustic about the Pavilion inside or out.

It was of white marble, brought from Carrara for the fifth Baron Loudwater at the end of the eighteenth century; and a whim of her murdered husband had led him to replace the original, delicate, rather severe furniture by a most comfortable broad couch, two no less comfortable chairs with arms, a small red lacquer table and a dozen cushions.

He had hung on each wall a drawing of dancing-girls by Degas.