They searched each other with their eyes.

She saw, without wholly understanding, the pain in his.
He saw, also unintelligently, the austerity in hers.
"Are you not going to take it, then ?" he said.
"I don't know.

Do you realise that you are giving me a very sacred thing ?" "I do." "And that I can't treat it as I would an ordinary present ?" He lowered his eyelids.

"I didn't think you'd want to wear it in your hair, dear." She was about to ask him what he did mean then; but some instinct held her, told her not to press the sign of grace too hard.

She looked at him still more intently.