She would be gone all morning.

By so much, fate was favouring her; for the child's presence would but heighten the emotion of her exit from that place where her youth had been wasted.

Already the few things she had meant to take away were secreted in a safe place some distance from the house, beside the path she meant to take when she left Jean Jacques for ever.

George Masson wanted her, they were to meet to-day, and she was going--going somewhere out of this intolerable dullness and discontent.
When she pushed her coffee-cup aside and rose from the table without eating, she went straight to her looking-glass and surveyed herself with a searching eye.

Certainly she was young enough (she said to herself) to draw the eyes of those who cared for youth and beauty.