The dust that lay thick upon his garments had spared her, and as she sat, patting the restless horse, with a little smile on her face which showed beneath the big white hat, something in her dainty freshness reacted upon the tired man's fancy.
He had long borne the stress and the burden, and as he watched her a longing came upon him, as it had too often for his tranquillity since he had been at Silverdale, to taste, for a short space of time at least, a life of leisure and refinement.

This woman who had been born to it could, it seemed to him, lift the man she trusted beyond the sordid cares of the turmoil to her own high level, and as he waited for her to speak, a fit of passion shook him.

It betrayed itself only by the sudden hardening of his face.
"It is the first time I have surprised you idle.

You were dreaming," she said.
Winston smiled a trifle mirthlessly.

"I was, but I am afraid the fulfillment of the dreams is not for me.