E. Nesbit,
Daphne in Fitzroy Street — XXVI …
(1909)
“ It was in this garden that Henry, sitting dejected on a stone seat that had been part of a Roman pillar, saw suddenly, beneath dazzling green and gold of moving leaves, Daphne of Fitzroy Street, moving toward him with sunshine in her hair as it had always been, and in her eyes, as always, the light of life.So the time had come. He had known that it must come. One would have to learn to meet her as one meets people who have not the light of life in their eyes. ”
