And in that moment she realized what it was of which the dragon-fly reminded her.

It was of Max Wyndham sitting on the surgery-table watching her with that mocking gleam in his green eyes, as though he knew her to be at his mercy whether she stayed or fled.
It was unreasonable of course, but that fairy tragedy in the glen increased her dislike of the man a hundredfold.

She felt as if he had darted into her life, armed in some fashion with the power to destroy.
And she longed almost passionately to turn him out; for no disturbing force had ever entered there before.

But she knew that she could not.
She went on up to the house in sober mood.

It had been left to the care of the servants since Nick's departure.