For her instincts had not always been so exclusive.

She told herself that she would go at once to Bondois, ask him for money, and take the train for The Hague.

And she did not do it.

What deterred her was not so much the idea of displeasing her lover, who would have looked upon such a journey as bad form, as the vague fear of awakening the slumbering shadow.
That she had not seen since Ligny's departure.

But perturbing things were happening, within her and around her.