'Never--never! It's the real thing; there never was anyone like you, there never will be.
Let me look at you once more....Oh, Edith! And now--here we are.' Edith took away her hand.

'Your scarf's coming off, you'll catch cold,' said Aylmer, and as he was trying, rather awkwardly, to put the piece of blue chiffon round her head he drew the dear head to him and kissed her harshly.

She could not protest; it was too final; besides, they were arriving; the cab stopped.

Vincy came to the door.
'Welcome to Normanhurst!' cried Vincy, with unnecessary facetiousness, giving them a slightly anxious glance.

He thought Edith had more colour than usual.