She did not understand the note of hostility to men that ran through it all, the bitter vindictiveness that lit Miss Miniver’s cheeks and eyes, the sense of some at last insupportable wrong slowly accumulated. 2. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. I do not want to get only a second-hand flavour of life. “Now you look happy. Lucy could sense her mental resolution to nip Michelle’s burgeoning obsession with the occult in the bud. I won’t try. ” As Lucy got up to fetch Michelle a box of tissue, her mind spun wildly. Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the words of the poet, —The growth untried Of that wide gap— we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715.