She glanced round in fear.

She had wandered to the side garden, where she was walking up and down the path beside the currant bushes under the long wall.

The garden was a narrow strip, bounded from the road, that cut transversely between the blocks, by a thick thorn hedge.
She hurried out of the side garden to the front, where she could stand as if in an immense gulf of white light, the moon streaming high in face of her, the moonlight standing up from the hills in front, and filling the valley where the Bottoms crouched, almost blindingly.

There, panting and half weeping in reaction from the stress, she murmured to herself over and over again: "The nuisance! the nuisance!" She became aware of something about her.

With an effort she roused herself to see what it was that penetrated her consciousness.