She was to meet Tommy presently on the croquet lawn of the Dovecot, when Ailie was to play Mr.James (the champion), and she decided that she must wait till then.

She would know what sort of letter it was the moment she saw his face.

And then! She pressed her hands together.
Oh, how base of her to doubt him! She said it to herself then and often afterwards.

She looked mournfully in her mother's long mirror at this disloyal Grizel, as if the capacity to doubt him was the saddest of all the changes that had come to her.

He had been so true yesterday; oh, how could she tremble to-day?
Beautiful yesterday! but yesterday may seem so long ago.