Slowly she drew on her gloves, shivering as her fingers fitted into the cold skin.
"I'm ready," she said, when all these things were done.
Traill went the round of the candles, blowing them out one by one, until the scent of the smoking wick was pungent in the air.

Before the last, he stopped.
"You get to the door," he said.
Instead of obeying him, Sally walked firmly across to his side.
"We're not to meet again ?" she asked.
"I didn't say that." "But you will never bring me up to your rooms here again?
As far as that goes, it finishes here ?" She did not even stop to wonder at herself.

The fears of losing him were spurs in her side.
"Yes." "Then if you have any respect for me, you'll tell me why ?" "It's because I have respect for you, I suppose, that I don't tell you." She stepped back from him.

"Is it anything about me ?" she asked, "or--or about yourself that you cannot tell me ?" Then it was that she feared he had discovered her love for him and loathed her for the disclosing of her secret.
In this persistent determination of Sally's, Janet would scarcely have recognized her.

But she was driven, the hounds of despair were at her heels.