Both were in a quiet mood, thoughtful rather than talkative.
"This day week," said Serena, breaking a long silence, "I shall be somewhere in Sicily--perhaps looking at Mount Etna.

The change comes none to soon.

I was getting into a thoroughly bad state of mind.

Before long you would have refused to associate with me." "I think not, dear." "If not, then I should have done you harm--and that would be a burden on my conscience.

I had begun to feel a pleasure in saying and doing things that I believed to be wrong.