"And I know.

You don't--you can't; and I can't explain.

Come in," she continued with a return of her impatience and an increase of her decision, "at seven sharp." She had quitted her seat some time before, and now, to get him into motion, hovered before him while, still motionless, he looked up at her.
Something intimate, in the silence, appeared to pass between them--a community of fatigue and failure and, after all, of intelligence.

There was a final cynical humour in it.

It determined him, in any case, at last, and he slowly rose, taking in again as he stood there the testimony of the room.