"That's just what there isn't.

I should go back to a world that was like a dead city." He suddenly felt her hand upon his.
"Dear Mr.Lane," she begged, "wait for a little time before you nurse these sad thoughts, and when you know how impossible what you ask is, it will seem easier.

But if you really care to hear something, if it would really please you sometimes to think of it when you are alone and you remember this little foolishness of yours, let me tell you, if I may, that I am sorry--I am very sorry." His hand was suddenly pressed, and then, before he could stop her, she had glided away.

He moved a step to follow her and almost at once he was surrounded.

Lady Hunterleys patted him on the shoulder.
"Really," she exclaimed, "you and Henry were our salvation.