She made up her mind to act instantly upon the knowledge thus gained, and cast her mind in amazement back to the scene upon the heath, when she had yielded, heaven knows why, for reasons which seemed now imperceptible.
So in broad daylight one might revisit the place where one has groped and turned and succumbed to utter bewilderment in a fog.
"It's all so simple," she said to herself.

"There can't be any doubt.
I've only got to speak now.

I've only got to speak," she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet.
William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano.

Katharine was late, but that was nothing new, and, as she had no particular liking for music, and he felt in the mood for it, perhaps it was as well.

This defect in Katharine was the more strange, William reflected, because, as a rule, the women of her family were unusually musical.