It was the sort of folly which comes to one sometimes, the sort of folly for which one pays." His face was almost white in the moonlight.

His deep-set grey eyes were fixed upon her.
"You were content--a month ago," he said.

"You have been in London for two days, and you have come back a changed woman.

Why must you think of leaving this place?
Why need you go at all ?" "My friend," she said, softly, "I think that you know why.

It is very beautiful here, and I have never been happier in all my life.