Chapter 4

Presently Priscilla came in, flushed and bright-eyed from her walk. There was an air of excitement about her. Stephen looked at her admiringly and wistfully. She was dressed with quiet elegance in a dark street suit that suited her fine figure. Stephen admired her smart, well-groomed appearance even while he resented its element of strangeness. It never seemed quite possible to him that this handsome, fashionably-gowned woman could really be the Priscilla Winslow he had always known—the wife of his youth, the mothe…