Her shrill vituperations banished all retrospection from Sylvia's mind.

She found herself laughing as she slipped to the ground and handed the horse over to Joe.
Then she went within, calling to the girl to light the lamps.
There was still mending to be done in Burke's wardrobe.

She possessed herself of some socks, and went to their sitting-room.
Her former restlessness was returning, but she resolutely put it from her, and for more than an hour she worked steadily at her task.

Then, the socks finished, she took up a book on cattle-raising and tried to absorb herself in its pages.
She soon realized, however, that this was quite hopeless, and, at last, in desperation she flung on a cloak and went outside.

The night was still, the sky a wonderland of stars.