Truly, she never had known.

The idea had been like a spring, at first hidden by leaves, and now forming the current of a deep and rapid stream.

She remembered that Tuesday night at dinner she had said suddenly that she wished to go, but she could not remember the first flush of that desire.

It was not the wish to act toward Robert Le Menil as he was acting toward her.

Doubtless she thought it excellent to go travelling in Italy while he went fox-hunting.