She dreaded meeting him again.

In one brief hour her old ease and freedom with him had gone.

She wondered at the change in herself, yet knew that it was as definite and decided as if she had become another person.

When be had brought her the glass of water she could look into his face with the frank directness of a child.

Why could she not do so now?
Why did she almost tremble at the thought of his glance, his touch, his presence?
She knew that he would come back with his old genial, kindly manner--that he would be the same.