She was sorry, but she dared not warn Bernini.

He might object, notify Cutty, and spoil everything.
By the time she reached the street exhilaration suffused her.

The melancholia was gone.

The sinister and cynical idea had vanished apparently.Apparently.Merely it had found a hiding place and was content to abide there for the present.

Such ideas are not without avenues of retreat; they know the hours of attack.