It had doubtless been happiness enough for them to go on together so long.

She was gentle, grateful, resigned; but this was only the form of a deep immoveability.

He saw he should never more cross the threshold of the second room, and he felt how much this alone would make a stranger of him and give a conscious stiffness to his visits.

He would have hated to plunge again into that well of reminders, but he enjoyed quite as little the vacant alternative.
After he had been with her three or four times it struck him that to have come at last into her house had had the horrid effect of diminishing their intimacy.

He had known her better, had liked her in greater freedom, when they merely walked together or kneeled together.