I knew I shouldn't and I find now how little.

I came back for this.

Not really for anything else.
For this," she repeated as, under the influence of her tone, the Prince had already come to a pause.
"For 'this' ?" He spoke as if the particular thing she indicated were vague to him--or were, rather, a quantity that couldn't, at the most, be much.
It would be as much, however, as she should be able to make it.

"To have one hour alone with you." It had rained heavily in the night, and though the pavements were now dry, thanks to a cleansing breeze, the August morning, with its hovering, thick-drifting clouds and freshened air, was cool and grey.

The multitudinous green of the Park had been deepened, and a wholesome smell of irrigation, purging the place of dust and of odours less acceptable, rose from the earth.