At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. “Oh! please don’t lose yourself in a wilderness of secondary considerations,” she said. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. ‘I feared as much.