She had been almost terrible to look at a few moments earlier, with the rouge visible on her ghastly cheeks.

No one could have detected it now, and she was still splendid to see, as she stood beside him, just bending her face upon her clasped hands while her deep eyes melted in his.
He knew the difference between her and Veronica, and he straightened himself, till he looked rigid, and an unnatural smile just wreathed his lips, half hidden in his silky beard.

He told himself that he had fallen the last fall, to the very depths; yet he knew that there was a depth below them, and he tried to turn his face from her, seeking refuge in the thought of what he had done, from the evil he still might do.
"I have been thinking over all I said to you yesterday afternoon," she said gently.

"I meant it, you know--I meant it all." "I trust to Heaven you did!" answered Bosio.
"Yes, dear, I meant it," she said in a voice of gold and velvet.

"I will try to mean it still.