The pitiful understanding of life was there and a consummate gentleness.

He gave her his arm, and they stepped out into the moonlit night.

"So peaceful, so bright!" he said, looking round.
"I will come at noon to-morrow," called the Duchess from the doorway.
A light was still shining in Eglington's study when the carriage drove up.

With a latch-key Hylda admitted herself and her maid.
The storm had broken, the flood had come.

The storm was over, but the flood swept far and wide..