"That will really please me." Nature had not so built him that he could suspect that she went home and spent the rest of the morning in his rooms, putting away his belongings with her own hands, just for the mere passion of comfort she felt in touching the things he had worn, the books he had handled, the cushions his head had rested against.

She had indeed mentioned to the housekeeper at Berkeley Square that she wished his lordship's apartments to remain untouched until she herself had looked over them.

The obsession which is called Love is an emotion past all explanation.

The persons susceptible to its power are as things beneath a spell.

They see, hear, and feel that of which the rest of their world is unaware, and will remain unaware for ever.