A sudden sense that what he had seen there he had himself evoked, that it was an answer to some question he had scarcely yet formulated, and that they were both now linked by an understanding and consciousness that was irretrievable, came over him.

He rose awkwardly and went to the window.

She rose also, but more leisurely and easily, moved one of the books on the table, smoothed out her skirts, and changed her seat to a little sofa.

It is the woman who always comes out of these crucial moments unruffled.
"I suppose you will be glad to see your friend Mr.Demorest when you go back," she said pleasantly; "for of course he will be at Hymettus awaiting you." He turned eagerly, as he always did at the name.

But even then he felt that Demorest was no longer of such importance to him.