Therefore, being now more than half way, she preferred St.Launce's.
But Elfride did not remember this now.

All she cared to recognize was a dreamy fancy that to-day's rash action was not her own.

She was disabled by her moods, and it seemed indispensable to adhere to the programme.
So strangely involved are motives that, more than by her promise to Stephen, more even than by her love, she was forced on by a sense of the necessity of keeping faith with herself, as promised in the inane vow of ten minutes ago.
She hesitated no longer.

Pansy went, like the steed of Adonis, as if she told the steps.

Presently the quaint gables and jumbled roofs of St.
Launce's were spread beneath her, and going down the hill she entered the courtyard of the Falcon.