As soon as he thought Miss Martin was astir and unengaged, he was standing at the door.

They each looked sad and forlorn.

Viola knew and Bernard felt that some dark shadow was to come between them.
Viola caught hold of Bernard's hand and led him silently into the parlor.

Bernard sat down on the divan and Viola took a seat thereon close by his side.

She turned her charming face, sweet in its sadness, up to Bernard's and whispered "kiss me, Bernard." Bernard seized her and kissed her rapturously.