Several days had passed since they had been alone together for half an hour.
She compared him with the photograph of him, too, and she came to the conclusion that the likeness was not so much flattered, after all.

His unusual pallor to-day had something luminous in it, and the features, in two days of suffering, had grown thinner with a sort of finely chiselled accentuation of their natural refinement.

To-day, he reminded her of certain portraits of Van Dyck.

But when luncheon was over, she avoided being alone with him, for she had not yet come to any decision.

It would be more true, perhaps, to say that she distrusted herself in the decision she now seemed to have reached too suddenly.