"Could you adopt it ?" "In my blackest moments I should have scoffed at the idea," she replied.
"One thing I know quite well, though, is unchanging," she continued, her face losing all the gentle softness which a moment before he had found so fascinating, so reminiscent of those sad, sleepy-eyed women immortalised by the masters of the Renaissance.

"That is my hatred of everything and everybody connected with my present life." "Everybody ?" he murmured.
She stretched out her hand impulsively.

He held it in his with a tender, caressing clasp.

There seemed to be no need of words.

The moment was in its way so wonderful that neither of them heard the opening of the door.
It was only the surprised exclamation of the man who had entered which brought them back to a very sordid present..