She felt betrayed.
Nor was Carrington gay.

However modest a man may be, only an idiot can forget himself entirely in pursuing the moon and the stars.

In the bottom of his soul, he had a lingering hope that when he told his story, Madeleine might look up with a change of expression, a glance of unpremeditated regard, a little suffusion of the eyes, a little trembling of the voice.

To see himself relegated to Mexico with such cheerful alacrity by the woman he loved was not the experience he would have chosen.

He could not help feeling that his hopes were disposed of, and he watched her with a painful sinking of the heart, which did not lead to lightness of conversation.