Yet you couldn't help thinking that just this night it would happen.
She thought that Peters knew. He wouldn't come out of his door till you had turned the corner of the stairs.
She thought the woman in the basement knew. She remembered the evening at Greffington: Baxter's pinched mouth and his eyes sliding sideways to look at you. She knew now what Baxter had been thinking. The woman's look was the female of Baxter's.
As if that could hurt you!
VI.
"Mary, do you know you're growing younger every minute?"
"I shall go on growing younger and younger till it's all over."
"Till what's all over?"
"This. So will you, Richard."
"Not in the same way. My hair isn't young any more. My face isn't young any more."