The blood came quickly to her face, as she thought how intimately they had talked within so short a time.

Reviewing it--as with a searchlight that strides across the sky--she scarcely believed that it was true.

In just an hour, she had told him as much--more than she had told Miss Hallard.

Had she changed?
Was the freedom of the life she lived altering her?
She had known Mr.Arthur for a year and a half before he had thought of speaking with any intimacy to her.

The thought that she was deteriorating--becoming as other women--passed across her mind with a sensation of nausea.
She rose to her feet.
"I must get back," she said.
"But it's only just two," he replied.
"I know, but then I came out five minutes early." "Are they so fierce as that ?" "Yes, I daren't be late.