I closed my eyes.

I felt my head, in an ecstasy of spiritual self-forgetfulness, sinking on his shoulder.

In a moment more I should certainly have swooned away in his arms, but for an interruption from the outer world, which brought me to myself again.

A horrid rattling of knives and forks sounded outside the door, and the footman came in to lay the table for luncheon.
Mr.Godfrey started up, and looked at the clock on the mantelpiece.
"How time flies with YOU!" he exclaimed.

"I shall barely catch the train." I ventured on asking why he was in such a hurry to get back to town.
His answer reminded me of family difficulties that were still to be reconciled, and of family disagreements that were yet to come.
"I have heard from my father," he said.