Monica seemed to be equally active in her own department; she was turning out drawers and wardrobes, and making selection of things--on some principle understood by herself.

A flush remained upon her cheeks, in marked contrast to the pallor which for a long time had given her an appearance of wasting away.

That and her singularly bright eyes endowed her with beauty suggestive of what she might have gained in happy marriage.
The had luncheon at one o'clock, and at a quarter to two Monica started by train for Clapham Junction.

It was her purpose to have a short conversation with Virginia, who knew of the trip to Clevedon, and to speak as though she were quite reconciled to the thought of removal; after that, she would pursue her journey so as to reach Bayswater by four o'clock.

But Virginia was not at home.