The old man's forbearance was perhaps not the least part of Harry Feversham's punishment.
* * * * * It was broad daylight when Ethne was at last alone within her room.

She drew up the blinds and opened the windows wide.

The cool fresh air of the morning was as a draught of spring-water to her.

She looked out upon a world as yet unillumined by colours and found therein an image of her days to come.

The dark, tall trees looked black; the winding paths, a singular dead white; the very lawns were dull and grey, though the dew lay upon them like a network of frost.