Brief, broken, often painful as their actual meetings had been what with his absences and interruptions . . . the effect of them on his life was immeasurable.
Oh it was a letter from her! This blue envelope; that was her hand. And he would have to read it . . . To read her letter need the devil of an effort.
[C]abs were rushing round the corner, like water round the piers of a bridge, drawn together, it seemed to him because they bore people going to her party, Clarissa’s party.