You need a complete rest and change." But Margaret met his anxiety with irritation.

She felt as if some fatal fascination confined her in Fairbridge and especially did she feel that she must be present at the annual meeting.

Margaret never for one minute formulated to herself why she had this fierce desire.
She knew in a horrible way at the back of her brain, but she kept the knowledge covered as with a veil even from herself.
She had a beautiful new gown made for the occasion.

Since she had lost so much colour, she was doubtful of the wisdom of wearing her favourite white and gold, or black.

She had a crepe of a peculiar shade of blue which suited her and she herself worked assiduously embroidering it in a darker shade which brought out the colour of her eyes.