When she went in the middle of the day to her own dinner she had too little time to do anything but go straight, though it must be added that for a real certainty she would joyously have omitted the repast.

She had made up her mind as to there being on the whole no decent pretext to justify her flitting casually past at three o'clock in the morning.

That was the hour at which, if the ha'penny novels were not all wrong, he probably came home for the night.
She was therefore reduced to the vainest figuration of the miraculous meeting toward which a hundred impossibilities would have to conspire.
But if nothing was more impossible than the fact, nothing was more intense than the vision.

What may not, we can only moralise, take place in the quickened muffled perception of a young person with an ardent soul?
All our humble friend's native distinction, her refinement of personal grain, of heredity, of pride, took refuge in this small throbbing spot; for when she was most conscious of the objection of her vanity and the pitifulness of her little flutters and manoeuvres, then the consolation and the redemption were most sure to glow before her in some just discernible sign.

He did like her!.