The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 19 Page 15

She kissed me, and her kiss had at once the pure passion of a girl and the satisfied solicitude of a mother.

“Take me home!” she whispered.

Outside the hotel an open carriage happened to be standing. I hailed the driver, and we got in. The night was beautifully fine and mild. In the narrow lane of sky left by the high roofs of the street the stars shone and twinkled with what was to me a new meaning. For I was once more in accord with the universe. I and Life were at peace again.

“Don’t let us go straight home,” said Rosa, as the driver turned towards us for instructions. “It seems to me that a drive through Paris would be very enjoyable to-night.”

And so we told the man to