She reflected on the pleasures of the Jenkinses' tea-party; she thought it would be nice, more than nice, to shake hands again with Mr.Gus.Why shouldn't she go?
What was to prevent her?
Only her mother's whim.

Only the doctor's orders.

But both doctor and mother were now far away.

She would go, she would defy them both.
Slipping out of bed she flew across the room and drew the bolt of the door.

Then she began to dress in quick and nervous haste.