14Mistral stood very still on the steps of the Chapel for a long time, then at last slowly, as if someone had hit her across the face, she raised her hand to her cheek. Her brain would not function properly, she could neither sort out nor stem the flood of chaotic questions which repeated themselves again and again in her mind.
There were no tears in her eyes, she was just numb, stunned and shocked as a person might be who has been involved in a terrible accident or who has received a violent blow. Over and over she turned the problem of what had happened to alter Robert so completely and instantaneously.
What could the Rajah have said to him? What knowledge could he have imparted which could change his love to hatred? She could hardly believe it had happened, that the man who had looked
