Her mother had habitually worn them.

Then she moved to the window, and looked out over the Hoopers' private garden, to the spreading college lawns, and the grey front beyond.
"Am I really going to stay here a whole year--nearly ?" she asked herself, half laughing, half rebellious.
Then her eye fell upon a medley of photographs; snaps from her own camera, which had tumbled out of her bag in unpacking.

The topmost one represented a group of young men and maidens standing under a group of stone pines in a Riviera landscape.

She herself was in front, with a tall youth beside her.

She bent down to look at it.
"I shall come across him I suppose--before long." And raising herself, she stood awhile, thinking; her face alive with an excitement that was half expectation, and half angry recollection..