He was coming slowly towards her.

She did not look up--she waited; and while she waited time was annihilated.
He was coming to her to treat her as if she were a fond child; that she, of all women, could permit it was still delicious to him, and a marvel.

She had let him do it yesterday, but perhaps she had regained her independence in the night.

As he hesitated he became another person.

In a flood of feeling he had a fierce desire to tell her the truth about himself.