"Couldn't we go into the library?
We could find a corner by ourselves." She turned and looked at him, standing up now, the wind blowing her skirts, her eyes glowing, her lips a little parted.

Then for the first time he understood her beauty, understood the peculiar qualities of it, the dissensions of the Press as to her appearance, the supreme charm of a woman possessed of a sweet and passionate temperament, turning her face towards the long-wished-for sun.

Even the greater things caught hold of him in that moment, and he felt dimly what was coming.
"Do you really wish to work ?" she asked.
He looked away from her.
"No!" he answered, a little thickly.

"We will talk, if you will." They neither of them moved.

The atmosphere had suddenly become charged with a force indescribable, almost numbing.