Her eyes were just like gray oval mirrors in which it seemed to me I
saw the whole thing pass....
"Then she showed me a photograph he had recently sent her--stunning thing
he is, all right, and looks years older than when he was here. She also
alluded to things he had said in a letter or two. So my phenomenally quick
wits inferred that they correspond. Perhaps they are engaged. Pretty good
deal for her."
III
Alexina, to her surprise, felt intensely angry, although she had the
presence of mind to cast up her eyes until the white showed below the large
brilliant iris and she looked like a saint in a niche.
She had kept Gathbroke out of her thoughts for nearly four years,
deliberately. For a time she had hated him. Mortimer's love-making had
seemed tame in comparison with that primitive outburst, and never had she
felt any such fiery response to the man she had loved and chosen as during
those few moments when she had been in that impertinent, outrageous,
loathsome young Englishman's arms. At first she had wondered and resented,
loyally concluding that it was her own fault, or that of fate for endowing
her with such a slender emotional equipment that she used it all up at once
on the wrong man. Finally, she found it wise not to think about it at all
and to dismiss the intruder from her thoughts.
Now she felt outraged in her sense of possession....Unconsciously she had
enshrined him as the secret mate of her inmost secret self.
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