He began to realise that she was without the liberty accorded to his sex, or to such women as Nora Miall, whose emancipation was complete.

Jane's way through life was guarded by a hundred irritating conventions.

He began to doubt even whether she realised the full import of what had happened between them.

There was nothing gross about his love, not even a speculation in his mind as to its ultimate conclusion.

He was immersed in a wave of sentimentality.