As he might have watched Alixe.
The silence, the paling daffodil tints of the sky, the non-existence of any other things than calm and stillness seemed to fill his whole being as a cup might be filled by pure water falling slowly.

She said nothing and did not even seem to be waiting for anything.

It was he who first broke the rather long silence and his voice was quite low.
"Do you know you are very good to me ?" he said.

"How did you learn to be so kind to a man--with your quietness ?" He saw the hand holding her work tremble a very little.

She let it fall upon her knee, still holding the embroidery.