They pass, these feelings, and too quickly.

But once to have had them, once to have lived such moments, once to have known a woman and loved her in such wise leaves no man as he was before; leaves him at the least with a memory of a higher life.
That the acolyte in Claude's case took the form of Louis Gentilis made him no more welcome.

Claude was still dreaming on his feet, still viewing in a kind of happy amaze the simple things about him, things that for him wore The light that never was on land or sea, and that this world puts on but once for each of us, when Gentilis opened the door and entered, bringing with him a rush of rain, and a gust of night air.

He breathed quickly as if he had been running, yet having closed the door, he paused before he advanced into the room; and he seemed surprised, and at a nonplus.

After a moment, "Supper is not ready ?" he said.
"It is not time," Claude answered curtly.