The other was real life--life for all but the happy few, he found himself thinking--this was merely the enchanted fairy-ring where children played at making believe.
"I hoped I'd catch you," he said, stretching out his hands to the log fire.

"I felt somehow that you hadn't gone, late as it is." While he spoke he was thinking, not of Corinna, but of the strange woman he had left in the Square.

Queer how that incident had bitten into his mind.
Try as he might he couldn't shake himself free from it.
"Father is going to some dreadful public dinner," answered Corinna.

"I stayed with him here so he wouldn't have to wait at the club.

It won't matter about me.