Edith, looking like an exquisite picture, was sitting by his side.

After all, if the end of things were to come this way, what did it matter?
She had no eyes for any one else, her fingers had touched his more than once.

The complete joy of living was in his pulses.

He, too, had yielded to the general spirit.
Edith left them late and reluctantly.

Then the professor raised his glass.