I'm not gallivanting about.

I mean that if you want my opinion I fancy we could make a match of it." It was at this point that he saw stars.

He also saw a faint and delicious blush on her face, whose complexion was extraordinarily fresh and tender.
She sipped China tea, holding each finger wide apart from the others.
He had forgotten the origin of their acquaintance, forgotten that each of them was supposed to have a definite aim in view, forgotten that it was with a purpose that they had exchanged photographs.

It had not occurred to him that marriage hung over him like a sword.

He perceived the sword now, heavy and sharp, and suspended by a thread of appalling fragility.