This man whom she had always regarded as a being apart, grimly self-contained, too ambitious to be capable of more than a passing fancy, had shown her something in his soul which she knew to be Divine.

He was not, it seemed, so aloof as she had imagined him to be.
The friendship between himself and Tommy was not the one-sided affair that she and a good many others had always believed it.

He cared for Tommy, cared very deeply.

Somehow that fact made a vast difference to her, such a difference as seemed to reach to the very centre of her being.

She felt as if she had underrated something great.
The rush of the rain on the roof of the verandah seemed to make coherent thought impossible.