It had reached him by post in the afternoon without an accompanying word; the exquisite self-conscious manuscript seemed to breathe a subdued defiance at him, with the merest ghost of a perfume that Cardiff liked better.

Once or twice he held the pages closer to his face to catch it more perfectly.
Janet had not mentioned the matter to him again; indeed, she had hardly thought of it.

Her whole nature was absorbed in her fight with herself, in the struggle for self-control, which had ceased to come to the surface of her life at intervals, and had now become constant and supreme with her.

Kendal had made it harder for her lately by continually talking of Elfrida.

He brought his interest in her to Janet to discuss as he naturally brought everything that touched him to her, and Janet, believing it to be a lover's pleasure, could not forbid him.