Missus Archer - A Memoir

The day after, dearest, he said again, she had disengaged her wrist. But for a moment, they continued to hold each other's eyes and he saw that her face was flooded with a deep radiance. His heart beat with awe. He felt that he had never before beheld love visible. The parlour maid ran up the stairs to light the gas on the upper landing: missus archer went out in the carriage after luncheon and hasn't come back.