Now I should be an ordinary visitor--can't you understand ?" And he had said that he could.

It always thrilled him when she appeared to take an interest in his home.
They talked now about it--and how he would so love her to choose her own rooms and have them arranged as she liked.

Then he made pictures of their life together there, and as he spoke her heart seemed to sink and become heavier every moment, until at last she could bear no more.
It was about two dances before supper, into which she had promised to go with him.

She would get away to her room now and be alone until then.
She must pull herself together and act with common sense.
She told him that she had to settle her hair, which had become disarranged, and saying he would wait for her he left her at the foot of the smaller staircase, which led in a roundabout way to her and Moravia's rooms.

She had not wanted to pass through the great hall where quantities of people were sitting out.