After which she sent them flying, amid cuffings and spittings extraordinary, whenever they attempted to approach her; and, oblivious of their orphaned and wistful existence, yielded herself with bewitching vivacity, to fresh intrigues and amours new.
The long quiet morning indoors, with cats and books for company, at once soothed Damaris and made her restless.

After luncheon she put on hat, gloves, and walking shoes, and went down across the lawn to the sea-wall.
Waylaying her in the hall, Mary had essayed to learn her programme, and anchor her as to time and place by enquiring when and where tea should be served.

But Damaris put the kindly woman off .-- She couldn't say exactly--yet--would ring and let Mary know when she came in.

If any one called, she was not at home.
In truth her active young body asked for movement and exercise, while scenes and phrases from the pages of Eoethen still filled her mind.

She longed for travel.