The exhaustion of the night before seemed mysteriously to have disappeared.

Her voice was not tired and she herself was curiously less languid.

Dowie could scarcely believe the evidence of her ears when, in the course of the morning, she suggested that they should go out together.
"The moor is beautiful to-day," she said.

"I want to know it better.

It seems as if I had never really looked at anything." One of the chief difficulties Dowie often found she was called upon to brace herself to bear was that in these days she looked so pathetically like a child.