"Don't you think this is the best thing that could have happened ?" she asked, with her anxious, earnest gaze.
"The very, very best, dear," replied Barbara gently.
And indeed it was.

If ever a man realised himself to be on the verge of the abyss, I am sure it was Adrian Boldero.

Some haunting fear was set at the back of his laughing eyes--the expression of an animal instinct for self-preservation which discounted the balderdash about the soaring yet disciplined soul.
I whispered to Doria: "Don't go too far into the wilds out of reach of medical advice." "Why ?" "You're taking away a sick man." "Do you really think so ?" "I do," said I.
She looked to right and left and then at me full in the face, and she gripped my hand.
"You're a good friend, Hilary.

God knows I thank you." From which I clearly understood that her passionately loyal heart was grievously sore for Adrian.
During their absence abroad, which lasted much longer than three months, we heard fairly regularly from Doria; twice or thrice from Adrian.

After a time he grew tired of mountaintops and solitude and declared that his inspiration required steeping in the past, communion with the hallowed monuments of mankind.