She dilated upon the pleasures she anticipated as if they had been real, skimming over the long spaces of his silence, and gathering gaiety as he grew more and more sombre.

When he rose to go their moods had changed: the brightness and the flush were hers, and, his face spoke only of a puzzled dejection, an anxious uncertainty.
"So it is good-by," he said, as she gave him her hand, "for a year!" Something in his voice made her look up suddenly, with such an unconscious tenderness in her eyes as he had never seen in any other woman's.

She dropped them before he could be quite certain he recognized it, though his heart was beating in a way which told him there had been no mistake.
"Lady Halifax means it to be a year," she answered--and surely, since it was to be a year, he might keep her hand an instant longer.
The full knowledge of what this woman was to him seemed to descend upon John Kendal then, and he stood silent under it, pale and grave-eyed, baring his heart to the rush of the first serious emotion life had brought him, filled with a single conscious desire--that she should show him that sweetness in her eyes again.

But she looked wilfully down, and he could only come closer to her, with a sudden muteness upon his ready lips, and a strange new-born fear wrestling for possession of him.

For in that moment Janet, hitherto so simple, so approachable, as it were so available, had become remote, difficult, incomprehensible.