"Yet she has changed?"
"Yes, she has changed; but—I don't know exactly how to word it—an extraordinary goodness seems to have come into her face. It always seemed to me that a great deal of her charm was in the kindness which seemed to float about her and to look out of her eyes, and that look which you know, or which you don't know—"
"I know it very well."
"Well, that look is more apparent than ever. I noticed it especially as she leaned over the table looking at me."
"I know, those quiet, kindly eyes, steady as marble. A woman's eyes are more beautiful than a man's because they are steadier. Yes, it is impossible to look into her eyes and not to love her; her thick hair drawn back loosely over the ears. There never was anybody so winsome as she. You know what I mean?"
"How he loves her!" Ulick said to himself; "how he loves her! All his life is reflected in his love of her."
"Are you going to see her again?" Owen asked suddenly.
"Well, yes."
"Did she raise no difficulties?"
"No."