She looked back at him, and in her eyes was an infinite indulgence.

'God knows,' she seemed to say, 'if I could make you happy as well, I would.

Why should one suffer?
Life is strong and good!' The young waiter's cross-eyed glance fell before her, and he bowed above the money in his hand.

Quickly before them the little wine-waiter hurried to the door, his suffering face screwed into one long smile.
"Good-night, madam; good-night, sir.

Thank you very much!" And he, too, remained bowed over his hand, and his smile relaxed.
But in the cab George's arm stole round her underneath the cloak, and they were borne on in the stream of hurrying hansoms, carrying couples like themselves, cut off from all but each other's eyes, from all but each other's touch; and with their eyes turned in the half-dark they spoke together in low tones..