What's the result?
We drift apart, Wilberforce and I--well, I mean Wilberforce as a type.

We drift into sets of people who can afford to do certain things, and we leave such a lot of people behind that we ought to have clung to, and that we would have clung to, if we hadn't been so much thinking of ourselves, or been so soddenly selfish." A rippling laugh rang through the room.

"Boanerges--oh, Boanerges Byng! 'Owever can you be so heloquent!" Jasmine put both hands on his shoulders and looked up at him with that look which had fascinated him--and so many others--in their day.

The perfume which had intoxicated him in the first days of his love of her, and steeped his senses in the sap of youth and Eden, smote them again, here on the verge of the desert before him.

He suddenly caught her in his arms and pressed her to him almost roughly.
"You exquisite siren--you siren of all time," he said, with a note of joy in which there was, too, a stark cry of the soul.