"I really believe you'll be glad to get away alone," cried she, lips smiling raillery, eyes full of tears.
"Do you think so ?" said Dory, as if tossing back her jest.

But both knew the truth, and each knew that the other knew it.

He was as glad to escape from those surroundings as she to be relieved of a presence which edged on her other-self to scoff and rail and sneer at her.

It had become bitterness to him to enter the gates of the Villa d'Orsay.

His nerves were so wrought up that to look about the magnificent but too palace-like, too hotel-like rooms was to struggle with a longing to run amuck and pause not until he had reduced the splendor to smithereens.