Walter himself, seen again in his old surroundings, was protected by an army of associations.

The manifestations of his actual presence were also such as to appeal to her memory against her judgment.

Her memory was in league with her.

But when the melting mood came over her, her conscience resisted and rose against them both.
Edith, watching for the propitious moment, could not tell by what signs she would recognise it when it came.

Her own hour was the early evening.
She had always brightened towards six o'clock, the time of her brother's home-coming.
To-day he had removed himself, to give her her chance with Anne.