That is the only way I can describe it.
In a moment I saw his back close to the balustrade.

He stood there for some time, as if admiring the purity and the peace of the night.

Some flowering-shrub in the garden below spread its powerful scent through the damp air.

He returned to me with hasty steps.
'"And that did not matter," he said, as stubbornly as you please.
'"Perhaps not," I admitted.

I began to have a notion he was too much for me.