The clear blueness of his gaze seemed to enfold and cover her.
The wonderfulness of him was the surrounding atmosphere she had felt as a little child.
"The whole world is rocking to and fro," he said.

"It has gone mad.

We are all mad.

There is no time to wait for anything." "I know! I know!" she whispered, because her pretty breast was rising and falling, and she had scarcely breath left to speak with.
Even as he looked down at her, and she up at him, the colour and laughter died out of him.

Some suddenly returning memory brought a black cloud into his eyes and made him pale.