He felt that the common laws of intercourse between man and woman had here no application; the higher ground to which she summoned him knew no authority of the conventional.

To hang his head was to proclaim his own littleness.
'You are not less noble, Beatrice,' his voice murmured.
'You have said it.

So there is no longer a constraint between us.

How simple it is to do for love's sake what those who do not know love think impossible.

I will see her, then the last difficulty is removed.