The harmony of summer sunlight on leaf and blade of green was not known to the two windows, which looked forth at an obviously endless building of brownstone about which there was the poetry of a prison.

Inside, great folds of lace swept down in orderly cascades, as water trained to fall mathematically.

The colossal chandelier, gleaming like a Siamese headdress, caught the subtle flashes from unknown places.
Hawker heard a step and the soft swishing of a woman's dress.

He turned toward the door swiftly, with a certain dramatic impulsiveness.

But when she entered the room he said, "How delighted I am to see you again!" She had said, "Why, Mr.Hawker, it was so charming in you to come!" It did not appear that Hawker's tongue could wag to his purpose.