There were others--for I was curious about him--that I wanted him to feel I conceded: I should have been glad of his carrying away a sense of ground acquired for coming back.

To ensure this I had probably only to invite him, and I perfectly recall the impulse that made me forbear.

It operated suddenly from within while he hung about the door and in spite of the diffident appeal that blinked in his gentle grin.

If he was smitten with Flora's ghost what mightn't be the direct force of the luminary that could cast such a shadow?
This source of radiance, flooding my poor place, might very well happen to be present the next time he should turn up.

The idea was sharp within me that there were relations and complications it was no mission of mine to bring about.