Chapter 31

It was her habit to speak out; and there was no present passion to disturb or prevent her. She was still detached, looking back at a fire upon the mountains, marvelling at its increased radiance, but too far off to feel its heat. And by speaking out she believed, pathetically enough, that she was making herself intelligible. Her remark seemed inexpressibly coarse to Colonel Leyland. "But these beautiful thoughts are a poor business, are they not?" she continued, addressing Feo, who was losing his gallant air, and b…