She wondered uneasily whether she had made a mistake.

Her capital was very small, and she was now living on her capital, but after all, perhaps it would have been wiser to have given Piper that L500.

She was quite determined not to mix up Piper with Godfrey Radmore, but she had a queer, uncomfortable feeling that she had not done with this man yet.
At last she fell into a heavy, troubled, worried sleep--the kind of sleep from which a woman always wakes unrefreshed.
But daylight brought comfort to Enid Crofton, and after she had had her early cup of tea and had enjoyed her nice hot bath, she felt quite cheery again, and her strange, bad night faded into nothingness.

She was young, she was strong, above all she was enchantingly pretty! She told herself confidently that nothing terrible, nothing _really_ dreadful ever happens to a woman who is as attractive as she knew herself to be to the sex which still holds all the material power there is to hold in this strange world.
During the last three weeks, she had sometimes wondered uneasily whether Godfrey Radmore realised how very pretty she was.

There was something so curiously impersonal about him--and yet last night he had very nearly kissed her! She laughed aloud, gaily, triumphantly, as she went down to her late breakfast..