He seemed years younger, and full of the milk of human kindness.

And Tristram thought of himself on the day he had gone to Victoria to meet Zara, when she had come from Paris, and he had given a beggar half a sovereign, from sheer joy of life.
For happiness and wine open men's hearts.

He would not attempt to speak about his own troubles until the morning: it was only fair to leave the elderly lover without cares until after the dinner at Glastonbury House.
At last Zara was able to creep away.

She watched her chance, and, with the cunning of desperation, finding the hall momentarily empty, stealthily stole out of the front door.

But it was after half-past six o'clock, and they were dining at Glastonbury House, St.James's Square, at eight.
She got into a taxi quickly, finding one in Grosvenor Street because she was afraid to wait to look in Park Lane, in case, by chance, she should be observed; and at last she reached the Neville Street lodging, and rang the noisy bell.
The slatternly little servant said that the gentleman was "hout," but would the lady come in and wait?
He would not be long, as he had said "as how he was only going to take a telegram." Zara entered at once.