ENLIGHTENMENT The man I had seen was Richard Dawson, and I had not even known that Lady Ardaragh knew him, although I had suspected that she would know him in time.

And here he was on terms of such easy intimacy as the scene I had come upon implied.

I had been fond of Sybil Ardaragh, but for the moment I felt cold and angry towards her.

It was a degradation that she should be friends, should flirt, with a man like Richard Dawson.

What was she thinking of, the mother of Robin, the wife of Sir Arthur Ardaragh, who was a person of great wisdom and dignity, with a fame beyond our quiet circles?
It was not worthy of her.
We went on and called at Rosebower, the little house of the two Miss Chenevixes, elderly ladies who had been great beauties in their youth.