'And the grove was here .-- And the people came running down from the village on the cliff,'-- she turned her hand towards Nemi.
Manisty was flattered again, all the more because the girl had evidently no intention of flattery whatever, but was simply following the pleasure of her own thought.

He strolled on beside her, poking into the niches, and talking, as the whim took him, pouring out upon her indeed some of the many thoughts and fancies which had been generated in him by those winter visits to Nemi that he and Eleanor had made together.
Eleanor loitered behind, looking at the strawberry gatherers.
'The next train should bring them here in about an hour,' she thought to herself in great flatness of spirit.

'How stupid of Reggie!' Then as she lifted her eyes, they fell upon Manisty and Lucy, strolling along the wall together, he talking, she turning her brilliant young face towards him, her white dress shining in the sun.
A thought--a perception--thrust itself like a lance-point through Eleanor's mind .-- She gave an inward cry--a cry of misery.

The lake seemed to swim before her..