With her latchkey in her hand, she turned and watched his retreating figure, and suddenly a wave of longing seized her to run after him and call him back--to see his eyes light up and feel the pressure of his hands.

It was only by clinging to the railings and counting till she was sure he had entered his own house round the corner and closed the door behind him, that she restrained herself.
It was a frightened face that looked at her out of the glass, as she stood before it taking off her hat.
She decided that their future meetings should be at his own house.

Mrs.
Phillips's only complaint was that she knocked at the door too seldom.
"I don't know what I should do without you, I really don't," confessed the grateful lady.

"If ever I become a Prime Minister's wife, it's you I shall have to thank.

You've got so much courage yourself, you can put the heart into him.