She stepped out into the garden.

Her eyes swam with tears of rage.
"Damn that man!" she exclaimed, having acquired some of Helen's words.
"Damn his insolence!" She stood in the middle of the pale square of light which the window she had opened threw upon the grass.

The forms of great black trees rose massively in front of her.

She stood still, looking at them, shivering slightly with anger and excitement.

She heard the trampling and swinging of the dancers behind her, and the rhythmic sway of the waltz music.
"There are trees," she said aloud.