At the end of the second year the thought had receded into an almost indefinite past.

She was beginning to feel that she had lived two lives, and that this life had no direct or vital bearing upon her previous existence, in which David had moved.

Yet now and then the perfume of the Egyptian garden, through which she had fled to escape from tragedy, swept over her senses, clouded her eyes in the daytime, made them burn at night.
At last she had come to meet and know Eglington.

From the first moment they met he had directed his course towards marriage.

He was the man of the moment.