His eyes were closed, and his face was turned away from us, but this made no difference.

He described to me even the character of the wonderful network in the palms of her little hands.

Then he opened his eyes and turned to me, chaffingly: "You see how ignorant is a man of your sort.

Having no world worth speaking of, he knows nothing of geography." I do not believe that even Jean herself knew, before, of how even the physical being of her had been impressed upon the heart and brain of this man.

She listened curiously and wonderingly when, he was talking with his eyes closed, and when he opened them and began his nonsense with me she stood looking at him silently, then suddenly left the room.
It was a way of Jean's to flee to her own room for a little season when something touched her, and I imagine this was one of the occasions.
She had known for long years how two souls could become knitted and interwoven into one, but I do not believe that before this incident she had ever comprehended how her physical self, as well, had become an ever present picture upon the mind's retina of her lover and her husband.
I am worried, and bothered.