Virginia felt tired in body, but a delightful animation, rarest of boons, gave her new strength.

She walked into Trafalgar Square and viewed it like a person who stands there for the first time, smiling, interested.

A quarter of an hour passed whilst she merely enjoyed the air, the sunshine, and the scene about her.

Such a quarter of an hour--so calm, contented, unconsciously hopeful--as she had not known since Alice's coming to London.
She reached the house by half-past one, bringing in a paper bag something which was to serve for dinner.

Alice had a wretched appearance; her head ached worse than ever.
'Virgie,' she moaned, 'we never took account of illness, you know.' 'Oh, we must keep that off,' replied the other, sitting down with a look of exhaustion.