The first shock of the awakened emotions brings recklessness to some
women, and to others fear.

The more frivolous plunge forward like the drunken man who leaps from
the open window believing space is water.

The more intense draw back, startled at the unknown world before
them.

The woman who thinks love is all ideality is more liable to follow
into undreamed-of chasms than she who, through the complexity of her
own emotions, realises its grosser elements.

It was long after midnight when Joy fell into a heavy sleep, the
night of Arthur Stuart's visit. She heard the drip of the dreary
November rain upon the roof, and all the light and warmth seemed
stricken from the universe save the fierce fire in her own heart.

When she woke in the late morning, great splashes of sunlight were
leaping and quivering like living things across the foot of her bed;
she sprang up, dazed for a moment by the flood of light in the room,
and went to the window and looked out upon a sun-kissed world smiling
in the arms of a perfect Indian summer day.

A happy little sparrow chirped upon the window sill, and some
children ran across the street bare-headed, exulting in the soft air.
All was innocence and sweetness. Mind and morals are greatly
influenced by weather. Many things seem right in the fog and gloom,
which we know to be wrong in the clear light of a sunny morning. The
events of the previous day came back to Joy's mind as she stood by
the window, and stirred her with a sense of strangeness and terror.
The thought of the step she had resolved to take brought a sudden
trembling to her limbs. It seemed to her the eyes of God were
piercing into her heart, and she was afraid.