4. AFTERNOONIt might almost have been believed that a transmutation had
taken place in Cytherea's idiosyncrasy, that her moral nature had
fled.
The wedding-party returned to the house. As soon as he could
find an opportunity, Owen took his sister aside to speak privately
with her on what had happened. The expression of her face was hard,
wild, and unreal—an expression he had never seen there before, and
it disturbed him. He spoke to her severely and sadly.
'Cytherea,' he said, 'I know the cause of this emotion of yours.
But remember this, there was no excuse for it. You should have been
woman enough to control yourself. Remember whose wife you are, and
don't think anything more of a mean-spirited fellow like
Springrove; he had no business to come there as he did. You are
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