I'd do anything for you." Never in her life had she known anything so high and fine as this, just letting him have it and bravely and magnificently leaving it.

Didn't the place, the associations and circumstances, perfectly make it sound what it wasn't?
and wasn't that exactly the beauty?
So she bravely and magnificently left it, and little by little she felt him take it up, take it down, as if they had been on a satin sofa in a boudoir.

She had never seen a boudoir, but there had been lots of boudoirs in the telegrams.

What she had said at all events sank into him, so that after a minute he simply made a movement that had the result of placing his hand on her own--presently indeed that of her feeling herself firmly enough grasped.

There was no pressure she need return, there was none she need decline; she just sat admirably still, satisfied for the time with the surprise and bewilderment of the impression she made on him.