7. A QUARTER-PAST EIGHT O'CLOCK P.M.There is an attitude—approximatively called pensive—in which the
soul of a human being, and especially of a woman, dominates
outwardly and expresses its presence so strongly, that the
intangible essence seems more apparent than the body itself. This
was Cytherea's expression now. What old days and sunny eves at
Budmouth Bay was she picturing? Her reverie had caused her not to
notice his knock.
'Cytherea!' he said softly.
She let drop her hand, and turned her head, evidently thinking
that her visitor could be no other than Manston, yet puzzled at the
voice.
There was no preface on Springrove's tongue; he forgot his
position—hers—that he had come to ask quietly if Manston had other
proofs of being a widower—everything—and jumped to a
conclusi
