Never a glance toward the woman who held his fortunes, as they both believed, in the hollow of her hand.

Breitmann appeared to have forgotten her existence.
When the rubber was finished Cathewe came into the breach by suggesting that they two, he and his partner, should take the air for a while; and Hildegarde thanked him with her eyes.

They tramped the port side, saying nothing but thinking much.

His arm was under hers to steady her, and he could feel the catch each time she breathed, as when one stifles sobs that are tearless.

Ah, to hold her close and to shield her; but a thousand arms may not intervene between the heart and the pain that stabs it.