She wore a plain white satin dress and a string of pearls about her neck, which he saw for the first time entirely exposed.
The excitement of the evening had brought a delicate flush to her face; the blue in her eyes was more wonderful here, even, than out in the sunlight.

Amid many toilettes of more complicated design, the exquisite and entire simplicity of her gown and hair and ornaments was delightful.
"You are quiet this evening," she whispered.

"I wish I could know what you are thinking of all the time." "There is nothing in my thoughts or in my heart," he answered, "which I would not tell you if I could.

Evenings like this, other evenings which you and I have spent together in still more beautiful places, have been like little perfect epochs in an imperfect life.

Yet all the time one is haunted.