Directly she had gone out, swift, swift light steps sounded on the parquet, and his bliss, his life, himself--what was best in himself, what he had so long sought and longed for--was quickly, so quickly approaching him.

She did not walk, but seemed, by some unseen force, to float to him.

He saw nothing but her clear, truthful eyes, frightened by the same bliss of love that flooded his heart.

Those eyes were shining nearer and nearer, blinding him with their light of love.

She stopped still close to him, touching him.