"We do in our lives many things we have said to ourselves we never shall do. And we often do them just at the times when we have thought they will be impossible to do."
"But you make plans beforehand."
"Do I?"
"Yes. Have you made a plan about the Loulia?"
She felt now that he had, and she felt that, like a fly in a web, she was enmeshed in his plan.
Another orange-coloured sail! Would she ever sail to the south in the Loulia?
"Will you not taste this jelly made of rose-leaves?"
Without touching the ground with his hands, he rose to his feet and stood by the table.
"Yes. Give me a little, but only a little."
He drew from one of his pockets a small silver knife, and, with a gentle but strong precision, thrust it into the rose-coloured sweetmeat and carefully detached a piece. Then he took the piece in his brown fingers and handed it to Mrs. Armine—who had been watching him with a deep attention, the attention a woman gives only to all the actions, however slight, of a man whose body makes a tremendous appeal to hers. She took it from him and put it into her mouth.