“I’vebeeneverySundayofmylifeeversinceIcanremember，“
Mrs。Flushingchuckled，asthoughthatwereareasonbyitself。
Rachelturnedabruptlytothewindow。Shedidnotknowwhatitwasthathadputherintosuchapassion；thesightofTerenceinthehallhadconfusedherthoughts，leavinghermerelyindignant。
Shelookedstraightattheirownvilla，half-wayupthesideofthemountain。Themostfamiliarviewseenframedthroughglasshasacertainunfamiliardistinction，andshegrewcalmasshegazed。
Thensherememberedthatshewasinthepresenceofsomeoneshedidnotknowwell，andsheturnedandlookedatMrs。Flushing。