She then became haunted by a suspicion which she was so reluctant to face that she welcomed a trip and stumble over the grass because thus her attention was dispersed, but in a second it had collected itself again.

Unconsciously she had been walking faster and faster, her body trying to outrun her mind; but she was now on the summit of a little hillock of earth which rose above the river and displayed the valley.

She was no longer able to juggle with several ideas, but must deal with the most persistent, and a kind of melancholy replaced her excitement.

She sank down on to the earth clasping her knees together, and looking blankly in front of her.

For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat stone.
"What is it to be in love ?" she demanded, after a long silence; each word as it came into being seemed to shove itself out into an unknown sea.