Every man must be lonely when he dies, and I, who have lived most with dying men, am perforce already lonely while I live.

It is well--a clearer air for the young bird! But yet it will be lonesome to miss you when I come in--the empty pot wanting the flower; the case without the jewel; silence above and below; your voice and Hugo's, that have changed the sombre Red Tower with your young folks' pleasantries, heard no more.

Ah, God wot, I had thought--I had dreamed far other things." He stopped and looked from one to the other of us, and I saw that Ysolinde of the White Gate read his thought.

Whereat right suddenly the Little Playmate blushed, and as for me I kept watching the dull gold flash on the spangles of our guest's waist-belt, which was in form like a live serpent, with changeful scales and eyes of ruby red.
My father went over to where Helene sat.

She rose to meet him and cast her arms about his neck.