If we parted, it was you, and you alone, who could send me away, and I am glad, oh, so glad, that you have come back to me." "Dearest, it sounds like a dream," she said brokenly.

"Can a man and a woman truly love each other who have only met as you and I have met ?" "I think we have solved that problem for all time," he said, tilting her hat with the joyous abandon of a lover jealous even of the flowers and plaited straw which should hide any of the sweet perfections of his mistress.
"But you have plunged me into a sort of trance," she whispered.

"I came here to explain----" An ominous rattle of a laden tray at the outer door drove them apart as though a thunderbolt had fallen between them.

Hermione rushed to her own room, there to consult a mirror, and readjust her hat and veil and disordered hair, but Curtis met a hurrying waiter.
"Sorry to bother you," he said, "but my wife has come in unexpectedly, and we shall want breakfast for two." He raised his voice: "Coffee for you, Hermione, or would you prefer tea ?" "Coffee, of course," was the answer, in so calm and collected a tone that the waiter thought he must have been mistaken in his first impression.
"No trouble at all, sir," he said, with the ready civility of his class.

"Unless you wish to wait, sir, I'll bring another cup and some hot plates, and order a further supply from the kitchen." "You're a man of resource," cried Curtis cheerfully.