She glanced at him a minute, and there came to him as he met it, aninconsequent sense that her eyes, when one got their fullclearness, were still as pretty as they had been in youth, onlybeautiful with a strange freezing light--a light that somehow was apart of the effect, if it wasn't rather a part of the cause, of thepale hard sweetness of the season and the hour. "And yet," shesaid at last, "there are horrors we've mentioned."