that I was, to rail against monotony, to sigh for sensations!
Well, I have got them."

Day and night, almost without ceasing, her thoughts had boiled and
bubbled on and on, like a geyser ever struggling for outlet and
ever falling vainly back upon itself.

Now--here he was, greeting her at the elevator car, smiling and
confident, as if nothing had happened. She did not deign even to
stare at him, but, with eyes that seemed to be simply looking
without seeing any especial object, she walked straight on. "I'm
in luck," cried he, beside her. "I had only been walking up and
down there by the elevators about twenty minutes."

She made no reply. At the door she said to the carriage-caller:

"A cab, please--no, a hansom."

The hansom drove up; its doors opened. Craig pushed aside the
carriage man, lifted her in with a powerful upward swing of his
arm against her elbow and side--so powerful that she fell into
the seat, knocking her hat awry and loosening her veil from the
brim so that it hung down distressfully across her eyes and nose.
"Drive up Fifth Avenue to the Park," said Craig, seating himself
beside her. "Now, please don't cry," he said to her.

"Cry?" she exclaimed. Her dry, burning eyes blazed at him.

"Your eyes were so bright," laughed he, "that I thought they were
full of tears."