Outside in the corridor the cuckoo snapped the half-hour: then it seemed
to tick faster and a thousand times faster. She must turn away from Guy,
and as she turned she saw that what had been fretting the window-pane
was a spray of yellow jasmine. Upon the cheek that was turned from him
the dipping sun shed a warm glow, but the one nearer was a flame of
fire.
"Pauline!"
He had knelt beside her in that moment; and leaning over to his
nearness, Pauline looked down at her hand in his, as if she were gazing
at a flower which had been gathered.