Had Gay sounded the depths of his nature, which he seldom did, he would have discovered that for him passion was a kind of restlessness translated into emotion.

When the restlessness was appeased, the desire in which it had revealed itself slowly evaporated.
"How is your mother ?" was Blossom's first eager question, "oh, I do hope she is better!" "Better, yes, but we're still awfully anxious, the least shock may kill her--Aunt Kesiah and I are walking on pins and needles.

How are you, Beauty?
Did you enjoy your visit ?" He kissed her lips, and she clung to him with the first expression of weakness she had ever shown.
"How could I when it ended like that ?" "Well, you're married anyway--that ought to satisfy you.

What does it feel like ?" "I can't believe it--and I haven't even any ring." "Oh, the ring! If you'd had it, you'd have dropped it about somewhere and let out the secret." "I wish it had been in church and before a clergyman." "Are you trying to make me jealous again of the Reverend Orlando?
I'm an old married man now, and it is hopeless." "Do you really feel married, Jonathan ?" "The deuce I don't! If I did I'd be galloping down the turnpike." "I wonder why you did it ?" she questioned a little wistfully, "you take it so lightly." "I could only take it lightly after I'd done it--that's why, darling." "If I could believe in it I shouldn't mind the secrecy," she said, "but I feel so wicked and underhand that I hardly dare hold up my head before the folks at home.

Jonathan, when do you think we may come out and confess ?" For a moment he did not answer, and she watched the frown gather slowly between his eyebrows.
"There, there, Blossom, don't begin that already," he responded irritably, "we can't make it public as long as my mother lives--that's out of the question.