"Oh, we must clutch at THAT--we must cling to it! If it isn't a proof of what you say, it's a proof of--God knows what! For the woman's a horror of horrors. She kept me in talk a long while at the door, and I thought it strange because her breast and her shoulders were bare. He said Bruno was a terrible heretic. We were confronted across our distance quite long enough for me to ask myself with intensity who then he was and to feel, as an effect of my inability to say, a wonder that in a few instants more became intense.