"I couldn't stand not seeing you.

That was all.

Convention is a pitiful thing--sometimes--" He hesitated, then fell to studying the carpet.
She looked at him, silent in her uncertainty.

His expression was grave, almost absent-minded.

And again her troubled eyes rested on the disturbing symmetry of feature and figure in all the unconscious grace of repose; and in his immobility there seemed something even of nobility about him which she had not before noticed.
She stole another glance at him.