CHAPTER XXIIS
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Bunny was dead and Vittoria had gone forth into the unknown with the inspired notion, poor girl, of rearing her life as a monument to his memory, and Alicia and Jasper were left to face each other alone; not only for the remainder of Jasper’s holiday stay in Hertfordshire, but for a far-reaching period whose end was hidden mistily from them both.
The link that had curiously bound, yet separated them had disappeared. They could converge backward upon a common memory, but between them stood no living presence holding a hand of each. No matter how tender and how hallowing was that memory, each was inwardly confronted with the complex problem of a life to be lived through, and perceived, according to temperament, intensity of vision and standpoint that the other was a resolv
