She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation…

And then there is me, sad little me, living in a dream, staring out the window, never again to find love…

It’s a funny thing about the modern world…

There is no more love…

And now the buildings change. Now the people change. Everything changing…

It is terrible to desire and not possess, and terrible to possess and not desire.

And between two people without knowing it a love may grow up, and a link may form, and no one knows or guesses…

‘It won’t do any good,’ says Ruby morosely. ‘Nothing does any good. You fall in love with someone and they leave you and you feel like dying…

But these manoeuvrings to avoid the touching of hands…