The independence she had been struggling to assert ever since her marriage meant only freedom to love.

If she had understood herself as she now did, her life would never have been thus cast into bondage.
'The girls,' Bevis was saying, 'leave on Thursday.

The rest of the week I shall be alone.

On Monday the furniture will be stowed away at the Pantechnicon, and on Tuesday--off I go.' A casual listener could have supposed that the prospect pleased him.
Monica, with a fixed smile, looked at the other groups conversing in the room; no one was paying any attention to her.

In the same moment she heard a murmur from her companion's lips; he was speaking still, but in a voice only just audible.
'Come on Friday afternoon about four o'clock.' Her heart began to throb painfully, and she knew that a treacherous colour had risen to her checks.
'Do come--once more--for the last time.