Throughout these days she rarely obtruded herself upon the man she
desired most in the world. He might almost have been non-existent.
The rare moments in which he spoke to her were met with a cool reserve
on her part, which left nothing to be desired, and gave no opportunity
for the reopening of those matters which had brought about the
position. Indeed, Elvine had more than reason to be satisfied with her
work.
She felt at last that the worst was over, and now it remained for her
to win back, step by step, the lost ground, until she had restored
herself to her position. It could be done. It should be done, she
told herself. She admitted no crime against him. Then where was the
justice of it? Anyway, that fierce dread was off her mind. She knew
the worst now. She no longer stood on the brink of an abyss of
doubt----
She was in her bedroom considering these things. It was a golden
evening and the setting sun was shining athwart her windows. Quite
suddenly the simple sewing in her fingers dropped upon her lap, and her
startled eyes turned upon the wide view of the valley bathed in the
perfect evening light.
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