He had not been imagining that their renewed intercourse would show her to him thus.

For the first time he realized an unexpectedness in her, which, after all, should not have been unexpected.

She before him was not the girl Grace Melbury whom he used to know.

Of course, he might easily have prefigured as much; but it had never occurred to him.

She was a woman who had been married; she had moved on; and without having lost her girlish modesty, she had lost her girlish shyness.