Never had he looked upon such wonderful hair, crushed and crumpled back from her smooth forehead; nor such marvellous whiteness of skin and pure blue depths of eyes! In her he saw now everything that was strong and splendid in woman.
She was not girlishly sweet.

She was not a girl.

She was a woman--glorious to look at, a soul glowing out of her eyes, a strength that thrilled him in the quiet and beautiful mystery of her face.
"You were going without saying good-bye," she said.

"Won't you let me thank you--a last time ?" Her voice brought him to himself again.

A moment he bent over her hand.