After all, what was he to her or she to him?
Then, of a sudden, a whole swarm of incidents and impressions rushed upon memory.

The semi-darkness of her room was broken by images, brilliant or tormenting--Mr.Manisty's mocking look in the Piazza of St.Peter's--his unkindness to his cousin--his sweetness to his friend--the aspect, now petulant, even childish, and now gracious and commanding beyond any other she had ever known, which he had worn at Nemi.

His face, upturned beside her, as she and her horse climbed the steep path; the extraordinary significance, fulness, warmth of the nature behind it; the gradual unveiling of the man's personality, most human, faulty, self-willed, yet perpetually interesting and challenging, whether to the love or hate of the bystander:--these feelings or judgments about her host pulsed through the girl's mind with an energy that she was powerless to arrest.

They did not make her happy, but they seemed to quicken and intensify all the acts of thinking and living.
At last, however, she succeeded in recapturing herself, in beating back the thoughts which, like troops over-rash on a doubtful field, appeared to be carrying her into the ambushes and strongholds of an enemy.

She was impatient and scornful of them.