"And that last phrase of all, when the souls of the lovers seemed to
float away."
"Over the low rim of the universe--like little clouds."
"And then?"
He tried to speak of his ideas, but he could not collect his thoughts,
and after a few sentences he said, "I cannot talk of these things."
The room seemed to sway and cloud, and her arms to reach out
instinctively to him, and she would have fallen into his arms if he had
not suddenly asked her what had been decided at Sir Owen Asher's.
"Let me kiss you, Evelyn," he said, "or I shall go mad."
"No, Ulick, this is not nice of you. I shall not be able to ask you to
my room again."