Since Burke had acceded to her urgent request so obviously against his will, her feelings had changed towards him.
A warmth of gratitude had filled her, It had been so fine of him to yield to her like that.
But somehow she could not suffer her thoughts to dwell upon Burke just then.

Always something held her back, restraining her, filling her with a strange throbbing agitation that she herself must check, lest it should overwhelm her.

Instinctively, almost with a sense of self-preservation, she turned her mind away from him.

And she was too busy--much too busy--to sit and dream.
When the noon-day heat waxed fierce, she had to rest, though it required her utmost strength of will to keep herself quiet, lying listening with straining ears to the endless whirring of countless insects in the silence of the _veldt_.
It was with unspeakable relief that she arose from this enforced inactivity and, as evening drew on, resumed her work.

She was determined that Guy should be comfortable when he came.