And a mist rose up before her, and strange, commanding voices seemed calling to her.
He could not see her face.

She watched it herself with dim half consciousness as it changed before her in the tawdry mirror above the mantelpiece, half longing that he might look up and see it, half terrified lest he should.
With an effort that seemed to turn her into stone, she regained command over herself.
"I must go now," she said in a harsh voice, and he released her.
"I'm afraid I'm an awful nuisance to you," he said.

"I get these moods at times.

You're not angry with me ?" "No," she answered with a smile.

"But it will hurt me if you fail.
Remember that." She turned down the Embankment after leaving the house.