And often and often the desire to know left her too restless to endure her bed; and many a night she rose and dressed and wandered about the place under the yellow stars.
But all fires burn themselves: to extinction; a dull endurance, which she believed had at last become a God-sent indifference, settled on her mind.

Duties helped her to endure; pride, anger, helped her toward the final apathy which she so hopefully desired to attain.

And still she had never yet told Celia about Hallam and his ring; never told her about Berkley and his visit to the Farm Hospital that Christmas Eve of bitter memory.
So when, unexpectedly, Hallam rode into the court, dismounted, and sent word that he was awaiting Ailsa in Dr.West's office, she looked up at Celia in guilty consternation.
They had been seated in Celia's room, mending by candle-light, and the steward who brought the message was awaiting Ailsa's response, and Celia's lifted eyes grew curious as she watched her sister-in-law's flushed face.
"Say to Captain Hallam that I will come down, Flannery." And when the hospital steward had gone: "Captain Hallam is a friend of Colonel Arran, Celia." "Oh," said Celia drily, and resumed her mending.
"Would you care to meet him, dear ?" "I reckon not, Honey-bud." A soldier had found a spray of white jasmine in the woods that afternoon and had brought it to Ailsa.

She fastened a cluster in the dull gold masses of her hair, thickly drooping above each ear, glanced at her hot cheeks in the mirror, and, exasperated, went out and down the stairs.
And suddenly, there in the star-lit court, she saw Berkley leaning against one of the horses, and Letty Lynden standing beside him, her pretty face uplifted to his.
The shock of it made her falter.

Dismayed, she shrank back, closing the door noiselessly.