How should I make her acquaintance?
Oh! I forgot--I am a millionaire to-day; I have only to ask and it shall be opened." He smiled to himself, and, with the returning sense of the power to do what he pleased, the little undefined longing for another glimpse of the fair stranger subsided for a time.
Then he regretted it.

He was sorry it was gone; for while it had been there he had felt a something telling him he was not old after all, but only very young--so young that he had never been in love.

As a consequence of his wishing his little rag of sentiment back again, it came; but artificially this time, and as if expecting to be criticised.
He would contemplate for a space the fair picture that had the power to rouse his weary soul, even for an instant, from the sea of indifference in which it was plunged.
Claudius lay back in the grass and crossed one leg over the other.

Then he tried to recall the features of the woman who had begun to occupy his thoughts.

She was certainly very beautiful.