They could have been comrades interested in the same things; they had the same sense of humour, much the same point of view.

She would have made him, probably, self-restrained and patient as she was, in certain things.

But, in others, wouldn't he have fired her with his own ideas and feelings, and violent passions and enthusiasms! She was to be always with Bruce! That was to be her life!--Bruce, who was almost indescribable because he was neither bad, nor stupid, nor bad-looking.

He had only one fault.

_'Il n'a qu'un defaut--il est impossible,'_ said Aylmer aloud to himself.
He took up a book--of course one of _her_ books, something she had lent him.
* * * * * Now it was time to go out again--to dinner.