After I know her I shall be able to consort with her again without feeling solicitous about her and conscious of myself.

I wish we were on that happy basis now." The cat, sitting on the table, cocked up its ears, gazed at the door with its black eyes, and fled.

The bell rang and Durtal went to let her in.
Her costume pleased him.

He took off her furs.

Her skirt was of a plum colour so dark that it was almost black, the material thick and supple, outlining her figure, squeezing her arms, making an hourglass of her waist, accentuating the curve of her hips and the bulge of her corset.
"You are charming," he said, kissing her wrists, and he was pleased to find that his lips had accelerated her pulse.