And she had been too little too steeped in the indulgence of luxurious life too slight-natured and pale-blooded! And suddenly there pierced into the black storm of Carley's mind a blazing, white-streaked thought--she had left Glenn to the Western girl, Flo Hutter.

Humiliated, and abased in her own sight, Carley fell prey to a fury of jealousy.
She went back to the old life.

But it was in a bitter, restless, critical spirit, conscious of the fact that she could derive neither forgetfulness nor pleasure from it, nor see any release from the habit of years.
One afternoon, late in the fall, she motored out to a Long Island club where the last of the season's golf was being enjoyed by some of her most intimate friends.

Carley did not play.

Aimlessly she walked around the grounds, finding the autumn colors subdued and drab, like her mind.
The air held a promise of early winter.