She had never seen anything like it.

The mere neighbourhood of it thrilled her, she could not have told why.

Was it the intimacy that it implied--the intimacy of mind and thought?
It was like marriage--but married people were more reserved, more secret.

Yet of course it was only friendship.

Miss Manisty had said that her nephew and Mrs.Burgoyne were 'very great friends.' Well--One read of such things--one did not often see them.
* * * * * The sound of steps approaching made her lift her eyes.
It was not Alfredo, but a young man, a young Englishman apparently, who was coming towards her.