Hang those people outside! But for them she would have been already in his arms.
Left to himself, he walked to and fro, restless and smiling.

No more self-repression--no more politic delay! The great moment of life--grasped--captured at last! He in his turn understood the Faust-cry--"Linger awhile!--thou art so fair!" Only let him pierce to the heart of it--realize it, covetously, to the full! All the ordinary worldly motives were placated and at rest; due sacrifice had been done to them; they teased no more.

Upgathered and rolled away, like storm-winds from the sea, they had left a shining and a festal wave for love to venture on.

Let him only yield himself--feel the full swell of the divine force! He moved to the window, and looked out.
_Birch_!--What on earth brought that creature to Beechcote.

His astonishment was great, and perhaps in the depths of his mind there emerged the half-amused perception of a feminine softness and tolerance which masculine judgment must correct.