I felt that I could come down exactly where I wanted.

It was fascinating.

I had perfect power, Stacey." And throwing her neck back, she closed her eyes again.

The sunlight streamed in on her between the half-drawn curtains.
The queerest impulse to put out a hand and stroke that full white throat shot through the maid's mind.
"These flying machines are stupid," murmured Barbara; "the pleasure's in one's body---wings!" "I can see Lady Casterley in the garden." Barbara sprang out of bed.

Close by the statue of Diana Lady Casterley was standing, gazing down at some flowers, a tiny, grey figure.