The aloofness had gone from her manner.
The barrier seemed for a moment to have fallen down.

Once more she was the Violet he remembered.

She smiled into his face, and smiled with her eyes as well as her lips, just the smile he had been thinking of an hour ago in the Opera House.
"Don't go, please," she begged.

"I am feeling lonely to-night and I am so tired of everybody and everything.

Take me to supper at the Cafe de Paris.