To-morrow she would explore it all and show it off to her family.

To-morrow....

Yes, but to-night?
Should she allow herself to be carried away by a sudden longing to follow her flying footsteps through the woods, pretend that Martin was waiting for her and take a look at the outside of the house alone?
Why not?
No one need know, and she had a sort of aching to see the place again that was so essentially a part of Martin.

Martin--Martin--he obsessed her, body and brain.

If only she could find Martin.
With hasty fingers she struggled with the intricate hooks of her evening frock.