Evening after evening she was invited to pore upon the drawings over which she and her lover had bent together; to criticise here and offer a suggestion there; while every line revived a memory, inflicted a pang.

What suggestion could she find save the one which must not be spoken ?--to send, fetch the artist back from Dartmoor, and remedy all this, with so much beside! "But," urged Narcissus, "you and he spent hours together.

I quite understood that he had explained the process to you, and on the strength of this I gave it too little attention.

Of course, if one could have foreseen--" He broke off, and added with some testiness: "I'd give fifty pounds to have the fellow back, if only for ten minutes' talk." "But why couldn't we ?" Dorothea asked suddenly, breathlessly.
They were alone by the table under the bookcase.

On the far side of the hall, before the fire, Endymion dozed after a long day with the partridges.