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It
seemed
only
a
moment
later
that
she
said
:
“
It
must
be
after
eleven
,
”
and
stood
up
and
looked
down
on
him
,
smiling
faintly
.
He
sat
still
,
absorbing
the
look
,
and
thinking
:
“
There
’
ll
be
evenings
and
evenings
”
—
till
she
came
nearer
,
bent
over
him
,
and
with
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
said
:
“
Good
night
.
”
He
got
to
his
feet
and
put
his
arms
about
her
.
“
Good
night
,
”
he
answered
,
and
held
her
fast
;
and
they
gave
each
other
a
long
kiss
of
promise
and
communion
.
The
memory
of
it
glowed
in
him
still
as
he
sat
over
his
crumbling
fire
;
but
beneath
his
physical
exultation
he
felt
a
certain
gravity
of
mood
.
His
happiness
was
in
some
sort
the
rallying
-
point
of
many
scattered
purposes
.
He
summed
it
up
vaguely
by
saying
to
himself
that
to
be
loved
by
a
woman
like
that
made
“
all
the
difference
”
.
.
.
He
was
a
little
tired
of
experimenting
on
life
;
he
wanted
to
“
take
a
line
”
,
to
follow
things
up
,
to
centralize
and
concentrate
,
and
produce
results
.
Two
or
three
more
years
of
diplomacy
—
with
her
beside
him
!
—
and
then
their
real
life
would
begin
:
study
,
travel
and
book
-
making
for
him
,
and
for
her
—
well
,
the
joy
,
at
any
rate
,
of
getting
out
of
an
atmosphere
of
bric
-
a
-
brac
and
card
-
leaving
into
the
open
air
of
competing
activities
.
The
desire
for
change
had
for
some
time
been
latent
in
him
,
and
his
meeting
with
Mrs
.
Leath
the
previous
spring
had
given
it
a
definite
direction
.
With
such
a
comrade
to
focus
and
stimulate
his
energies
he
felt
modestly
but
agreeably
sure
of
“
doing
something
”
.
And
under
this
assurance
was
the
lurking
sense
that
he
was
somehow
worthy
of
his
opportunity
.
His
life
,
on
the
whole
,
had
been
a
creditable
affair
.
Out
of
modest
chances
and
middling
talents
he
had
built
himself
a
fairly
marked
personality
,
known
some
exceptional
people
,
done
a
number
of
interesting
and
a
few
rather
difficult
things
,
and
found
himself
,
at
thirty
-
seven
,
possessed
of
an
intellectual
ambition
sufficient
to
occupy
the
passage
to
a
robust
and
energetic
old
age
.
As
for
the
private
and
personal
side
of
his
life
,
it
had
come
up
to
the
current
standards
,
and
if
it
had
dropped
,
now
and
then
,
below
a
more
ideal
measure
,
even
these
declines
had
been
brief
,
parenthetic
,
incidental
.
In
the
recognized
essentials
he
had
always
remained
strictly
within
the
limit
of
his
scruples
.
From
this
reassuring
survey
of
his
case
he
came
back
to
the
contemplation
of
its
crowning
felicity
.
His
mind
turned
again
to
his
first
meeting
with
Anna
Summers
and
took
up
one
by
one
the
threads
of
their
faintly
sketched
romance
.
He
dwelt
with
pardonable
pride
on
the
fact
that
fate
had
so
early
marked
him
for
the
high
privilege
of
possessing
her
:
it
seemed
to
mean
that
they
had
really
,
in
the
truest
sense
of
the
ill
-
used
phrase
,
been
made
for
each
other
.
Deeper
still
than
all
these
satisfactions
was
the
mere
elemental
sense
of
well
-
being
in
her
presence
.
That
,
after
all
,
was
what
proved
her
to
be
the
woman
for
him
:
the
pleasure
he
took
in
the
set
of
her
head
,
the
way
her
hair
grew
on
her
forehead
and
at
the
nape
,
her
steady
gaze
when
he
spoke
,
the
grave
freedom
of
her
gait
and
gestures
.
He
recalled
every
detail
of
her
face
,
the
fine
veinings
of
the
temples
,
the
bluish
-
brown
shadows
in
her
upper
lids
,
and
the
way
the
reflections
of
two
stars
seemed
to
form
and
break
up
in
her
eyes
when
he
held
her
close
to
him
.
.
.
If
he
had
had
any
doubt
as
to
the
nature
of
her
feeling
for
him
those
dissolving
stars
would
have
allayed
it
.
She
was
reserved
,
she
was
shy
even
,
was
what
the
shallow
and
effusive
would
call
“
cold
”
.
She
was
like
a
picture
so
hung
that
it
can
be
seen
only
at
a
certain
angle
:
an
angle
known
to
no
one
but
its
possessor
.
The
thought
flattered
his
sense
of
possessorship
.
.
.
.
He
felt
that
the
smile
on
his
lips
would
have
been
fatuous
had
it
had
a
witness
.
He
was
thinking
of
her
look
when
she
had
questioned
him
about
his
meeting
with
Owen
at
the
theatre
:
less
of
her
words
than
of
her
look
,
and
of
the
effort
the
question
cost
her
:
the
reddening
of
her
cheek
,
the
deepening
of
the
strained
line
between
her
brows
,
the
way
her
eyes
sought
shelter
and
then
turned
and
drew
on
him
.
