5. SIX TO SEVEN P.M.The wet shining road threw the western glare into her eyes with
an invidious lustre which rendered the restlessness of her mood
more wearying. Her thoughts flew from idea to idea without asking
for the slightest link of connection between one and another. One
moment she was full of the wild music and stirring scene with
Manston—-the next, Edward's image rose before her like a shadowy
ghost. Then Manston's black eyes seemed piercing her again, and the
reckless voluptuous mouth appeared bending to the curves of his
special words. What could be those troubles to which he had
alluded? Perhaps Miss Aldclyffe was at the bottom of them. Sad at
heart she paced on: her life was bewildering her.
On coming into Miss Aldclyffe's presence Cytherea told her of
the inciden
