"I've enjoyed this little after-affair as much as I did the party." "I'm glad," she whispered.
"And it was wonderfully good of you to give me that present." "I'm glad," she repeated.
"Do you know what I was thinking about when I opened the book and saw it was from you ?" "No; what ?" "Why, I thought, we'll read this book together, you and I." "Wouldn't that be fine!" "We can't do that now, of course; but after a while when we get more time.

I'll not read it until then....

Well, you're tired.

Go to bed.
Good night, Carlia." "Goodnight, Dorian, and thank you for helping me." They stood close together, she on the step above him.

The lamp, placed on the kitchen table for her use, threw its light against the glass door which formed a background for the girl's roughened hair, soiled and sweat-stained face, and red, smiling lips.
"Goodnight," he said again; and then he leaned forward and kissed her..