She found that they accentuated rather than detracted from her beauty and made her at the same time look very young and very like the young bride who had astounded London five years earlier.
But while her looks had changed very little, she knew that her mind and indeed her whole personality had grown older and in these last few months very much wiser.
She found the peace that Just had brought her did not vanish as the days went by, but rather seemed to deepen and intensify.
It was now so much a part of herself that she could not remember her restlessness or the feelings of rebellion that had animated her before.
She left London on the last day of March and now it was April and, as she drew nearer to Cornwall, the weather was warm and mellow and the skies were as blue as a thrush’s egg.
