A keen sense of the wrong that she had suffered, never yet felt by that gentle and forgiving nature, was felt by it now.

She found herself thinking of the bygone days of her humiliation almost as harshly as Henry Westwick had thought of them--she who had rebuked him the last time he had spoken slightingly of his brother in her presence! A sudden fear and doubt of herself, startled her physically as well as morally.

She turned from the shadowy abyss of the dark water as if the mystery and the gloom of it had been answerable for the emotions which had taken her by surprise.

Abruptly closing the window, she threw aside her shawl, and lit the candles on the mantelpiece, impelled by a sudden craving for light in the solitude of her room.
The cheering brightness round her, contrasting with the black gloom outside, restored her spirits.

She felt herself enjoying the light like a child! Would it be well (she asked herself) to get ready for bed?
No! The sense of drowsy fatigue that she had felt half an hour since was gone.
She returned to the dull employment of unpacking her boxes.