Why?
What had that day brought?
Not exactly a quarrel.

And yet the words spoken that day had left a subtle, strange, persistent sting, which would never leave her.
What had happened?
Nothing.

And that nothing had effaced everything.

She had a sort of obscure certainty that she would never return to that room which had so recently enclosed the most secret and dearest phases of her life.

She had loved Robert with the seriousness of a necessary joy.