Love is a sane passion, founded on a basic knowledge of good and evil.

That's what love is; the rest!"-- he lifted the book, waved it contemptuously, and pushed it farther away--"the rest is neuritis; the remedy a pill.
I'm going to bed; are you ?" But Selwyn had lighted a cigar, and was again unfolding his evening paper; so his brother-in-law moved ponderously away, yawning frightfully at every heavy stride, and the younger man settled back in his chair, a fragrant cigar balanced between his strong, slim fingers, one leg dropped loosely over the other.

After a while the newspaper fell to the floor.
He sat there without moving for a long time; his cigar, burning close, had gone out.

The reading-lamp spread a circle of soft light over the floor; on the edge of it lay Kit-Ki, placid, staring at him.

After a while he noticed her.