There was such sunlight where his soul sat that no shadow could fall across it.
"Oh, yes, I saw him," he said.
He captured Sylvia's hand again.
"And what is more he saw me, so to speak," he said.

"He realised that I had an existence independent of him.

I used to be a--a sort of clock to him; he could put its hands to point to any hour he chose.

Well, he has realised--he has really--that I am ticking along on my own account.
He was quite respectful, not only to me, which doesn't matter, but to you--which does." Michael laughed, as he plaited his fingers in with hers.
"My father is so comic," he said, "and unlike most great humourists his humour is absolutely unconscious.

He was perfectly well aware that I meant to marry you, for I told him that last Christmas, adding that you did not mean to marry me.