The Princess saw that some shadow had gathered upon his brow, and guessed, since she knew that his thoughts in general turned that way, that it must be something to do with Sabine--so she said: "Sabine and I have come through our happinesses, I trust, since Convent days--and what we must hope for now is an Indian summer." Henry turned rather wistful eyes to her.
"An Indian summer!" he exclaimed.

"A peaceful, beautiful warmth after the riotous joy of the real blazing June! Tell me about it ?" Moravia sighed softly.
"It is the land where the souls who have gone through the fire of pain live in peace and quiet happiness, content to glow a little before the frosts of age come to quench all passion and pleasure." Henry looked down at the grapes on his plate.
"There is autumn afterwards," he reasoned, "which is full of richness and glorious fruit.

May we not look forward to that?
But yet I know that we all deceive ourselves and live in what may be only a fool's paradise"-- and then it was that he caught sight of his adored, as she bent forward after her rebuke to Michael--and with a burst of feeling in his controlled voice, he cried: "But who would forego his fool's paradise!"-- and then he took in the fact that some unusual current of emotion must have been passing between the two--and his heart gave a great bound of foreboding.
For the keenness of his perceptions and his honesty of judgment made him see that they were strangely suited to one another--his darling and his friend--so strong and vital and young..