After dinner I had half an hour's talk with her.

I can see her--ah! how I can see you, my dear!--sitting back a little in her chair, resting, her hands folded very quietly in her lap, her eyes watching me gravely.

I felt like a boy who has come into the world for the first time.

I could not talk to her--I stammered over the simplest things.

But I was conscious of a deep luxurious delight.