Scott's eyes were so kind, so full of friendly understanding.

Isabel had dropped out of their intercourse as completely as though her presence had been withdrawn.

She lay back against her cushions, but her eyes were still watching, watching incessantly.
"I think the very dullest life can be made beautiful," Scott said, after a moment.

"Even the desert sand is gold when the sun shines on it.

The trouble is,--" he laughed a little--"to get the sun to shine." Dinah leaned forward eagerly, confidentially.