It would never happen again, she resolved, and she would see less of him in the future.

She entertained a wild idea of explaining to him the first time they were alone together, of lying to him, of mentioning casually the attack of faintness that had overpowered her just before the moon came up.

Then she remembered how they had drawn mutually away before the revealing moon, and she knew he would know it for a lie.
In the days that swiftly followed she was no longer herself but a strange, puzzling creature, wilful over judgment and scornful of self- analysis, refusing to peer into the future or to think about herself and whither she was drifting.

She was in a fever of tingling mystery, alternately frightened and charmed, and in constant bewilderment.

She had one idea firmly fixed, however, which insured her security.