How she remembered the first time that she had drawn away when Gerald kissed her, putting up between them the shield of a lightly yet decisively accepted conventionality.

They were 'growing up'; this was her justification.

How she remembered what it had cost her to keep up the lightness of her smile so that he should not guess what lay beneath.

Her nature was all passion, and enclosing this passion, like a steady hand held round a flame, was a fierce purity, a fierce pride.

Gerald had never guessed.