Sylvia had changed it completely, so that it might never again look as it had looked in the old days.

She had hated doing it, but it had been in a measure a relief to her torn heart.

It was thus she rendered inviolate that inner sanctuary of memory which none might enter.
As she passed along the terrace in the golden glow, the slight frown was still upon her brow.

It had been such a difficult time.
Her one ray of comfort had been the thought of Guy, dear, faithful lover working for her far away.

And now old Jeffcott had cast a shade even upon that.