'Go and talk to her.

Be nice to her.

I'm tired and am going to have a stroll in the shrubberies before bed.' She left Gerald obediently, if not eagerly, moving towards the window, and slipping into the obscurity of the shrubberies she threw back her scarf and drew long breaths.

She was becoming terribly overwrought.

It had been, since so long, a second nature to live two lives that any danger of their merging affected her with a dreadful feeling of disintegration.