There are certain ideas fixed in his mind, combined into one aim, and he lets nothing interfere to obscure that aim.' So he spoke; so, too, Clarice believed, and that picture of moonlight on the veld became yet more vivid, yet more frequent in her thoughts.
Pondering upon it, her fancy led her to exaggerate Drake into the likeness of some Egyptian god, that sits with huge hands resting upon massive knees, and works out its own schemes behind indifferent eyes.

The sight of him, and the sound of commonplace words from his mouth, would at times make her laugh at the conception and restore her to her former familiarity with him.

But the fancy returned to her, and, each time, added a fresh layer to the colour of her thoughts.

She came now and again to betray a positive shrinking from him.

Drake noticed it; he noticed something else as well: in the first week of July the emerald ring reappeared upon her finger.
In the second week Mr.Le Mesurier removed his household gods to Sark.