To-day she wore her favourite colour, a dark-blue.

Her rising to meet him was that of a queen who bath an honoured guest.

The jewels beneath her long dark lashes were as radiant as when first she heard him say, 'I love you.' All the impulses of her impetuous character had centred on this one end of her life.

Her eccentricities had tamed themselves in the long discipline of frustrated desire.

The breath of her body was love.