“Here’s something rather good,” he said, and with a start and an
effort she took his place at the microscope, while he stood beside her and almost
leaning over her. Wood fared still worse. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. She looked
directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his
hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. “I’m really very sorry. ‘Not in the open street.
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