The study was a very long room with deep windows.

Quite at the other end, with the firelight shining on his face, stood my father, and by his side Miss Reinhart, just as I had seen him stand with my beautiful mother a hundred times; one arm was thrown round her, and he was looking earnestly in her face.
"It must be so," he said; "there is no alternative now." She clung to him, whispering, and he kissed her.
I stole away.

Oh! my injured, innocent mother.

I do not remember exactly what I did.

I rushed from the house out into the great fir wood and wept out my hot, rebellious anger and despair there.