If he could have known it, it would have increased his perplexity and uneasiness, although it would
not have disturbed his loyalty in the least. He came twice a week to see Louisa Ellis, and every time,
sitting there in her delicately sweet room, he felt as if surrounded by a hedge of lace. He was afraid
to clumsy foot or hand through the stir lest he should put a fairy web, and he had always the
consciousness that Louisa was watching fearfully lest he should.