In their first courtship she was a child; in their second she was a woman.

Hitherto, the creature of a day, she had seemed to spring into life afresh every morning, without a memory of yesterday or a thought of to-morrow; she had had no past, not even an innocent one.

And now he had no notion what experiences she might not have accumulated during this year in which he had left her.

That was her past; and they had the future before them.
They had been alone together for three days, three days and three nights of happiness; and on the evening of the fourth day Tyson had found her reading--yes, actually reading! He sat down opposite her to watch the curious sight.
Perhaps she had said to herself: "Some day I shall be old, and very likely I shall be ugly.

If I am stupid too, he will be bored, and perhaps he will leave me.