She had turned back to the drawing-room, forgetting the other guests, he walking beside her.

As they passed along the dim hall, Aldous had her hand close in his, and when they passed under an archway at the further end he stooped suddenly in the shadows and kissed the hand.

Touch--kiss--had the clinging, the intensity of passion.
They were the expression of all that had lain vibrating at the man's inmost heart during the dark drive, while he had been chatting with his two companions.
"My darling! I hope not.

Would you rather not see strangers?
Shall I send Hallin and young Leven away?
They would understand at once." "Oh, no! Mr.Wharton is here anyway--staying.

Where is Mr.Hallin?
I had forgotten him." Aldous turned and called.