It was nothing he did, but a loneliness hid
In her bosom that finally tricked her.
For Doug spoke of the night, and the glorious flight
Of ships through the reaches of Space;
Of his hopes and his schemes—and his words wakened dreams
That softened the lines of Nell's face.
III
He was just on the verge of confessing the urge
That brought him back out of the void
When a servant discreet appeared in their retreat