Chapter 81

And yet she was conscious of resentment, of a feeling of rawness. She would have liked to have combined the properties of youth and the virtues of property. She had her grievance. She might be very old in her sophistications, but she had a youthfulness of appetite. Hence, this little red blur of resentment which would not cool—but retained its heat. She sat at her window, and looked along the Crescent at that other window where Lance sat at work. She could not see him at work, but she saw his goings out and his com…