Only youth can be so radiantly ridiculous.
They had found their own corner.

Turning down the gas, the fire played at day and night with their faces.

Imagine them in one of the flashes, solemnly raising their glasses, hands clasped across the table, earnest gleaming eyes holding each other above it.
"Old man, some day, somewhere, a woman like that!" But there was still a sequel.

At home at last and in bed, how could Damon sleep! It seemed as if he had got into a rosy sunset cloud in mistake for his bed.

The candle was out, and yet the room was full of rolling light.
It was no use; he must get up.