The autumn had come and the winter and the spring, and the spring was almost gone when she returned; and, with her return, Catastrophe lifted its head in the person of Denzil.
Perhaps it was imperative instinct that brought Junia back in an hour coincident with Carnac's return--perhaps.

In any case, there it was.
They had both returned, as it were, in the self-same hour, each having endured a phase of emotion not easy to put on paper.
Denzil told her of Carnac's return, and she went to the house where Carnac's mother lived, and was depressed at what she saw and felt.

Mrs.
Grier's face was not that of one who had good news.

The long arms almost hurt when they embraced her.

Yet Carnac was a subject of talk between them--open, clear eyed talk.