"Madame Merle was very appreciative; she liked almost everything, including the English rain. "There is always a little of it, and never too much at … - Henry James

[T]his expressed only a little of what she felt. The rest was that she had never been loved before. She had believed it, but this was different; this was the hot wind of the desert, at the approach of which the others dropped dead, like mere sweet airs of the garden. It wrapped her about; it lifted her off her feet, while the very taste of it, as of something potent, acrid and strange, forced open her set teeth.

There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

The whole of anything, is never told.