Could she live another like it?
Something must break within her.
She went out.

The air was warm and balmy, carrying that subtle current which caused the mild madness of spring fever.

In the Park the greening of the grass, the opening of buds, the singing of birds, the gladness of children, the light on the water, the warm sun--all seemed to reproach her.

Carley fled from the Park to the home of Beatrice Lovell; and there, unhappily, she encountered those of her acquaintance with whom she had least patience.

They forced her to think too keenly of herself.
They appeared carefree while she was miserable.
Over teacups there were waging gossip and argument and criticism.