She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river.

But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible.

Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces.

Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt her loneliness.

The evening had been one of pain, offering her, minute after minute, plainer proof that things would fall out as she had foreseen.