Their clasp of fingers tightened and their breath came quickly, and for a long time they were silent.

Then at last he whispered her name, in the old foolish and inevitable way.

And she turned her face to him, and met his eyes and said "Paul," and her lips as she said it seemed to speak a kiss.

And all the earth was wrapped in glory too overwhelming for speech.
It was only when they entered the Grand Canal and drew up by the striped posts of the palazzo that she said: "I have those Roman people and the Heatherfields coming to dinner.

I wish I hadn't." She sighed.
"Would you care to come ?" He smiled into her eyes.