She remembered Margery’s sleek face as it had peered at her in the shadows of the passage: “Will you be good enough to hand this letter yourself to my master?”
Margery had known that from her hand he would take it. Margery had a devil’s instinct of the folly of men and women.
CHAPTER VI
THE PERFECT ROSE, DROOPING
Such is the fond illusion of my heart,
Such pictures would I at that time have made;
And seen the soul of truth in every part,
A steadfast peace that might not be betrayed.
So once it would have been—’tis so no more:
I have submitted to a new control,
A power is gone which nothing can restore....