The Story of It

At this she again met his eyes. Oh to tell it would be to express it, and that’s just what I can’t do. What I meant to say just now, she added, was that the French, to my sense, give us only again and again, for ever and ever, the same couple. There they are once more, as one has had them to satiety, in that yellow thing, and there I shall certainly again find them in the blue.