SEVENTEENIT seemed that my sun had gone down as when I had left India, but instead a light that I had held slowly burned down. I could not see by it any more and began to doubt what it had shown me before. It was nothing like the sun, my bleak heart told me. It was an artificial light.
Perhaps I was only suffering a reaction from my exaltation on the moors, mainly caused by parting with Rene. That would account for the darkening of my spirit and my dimmed eyes when I looked in the mirror. The parting had been made more complete in the early morning hours following his sailing: the moon and I had reached our fullness and begun to wane.
But it would be young again, I would find Lola again. I was able to throw myself into the preparations for Kitty’s wedding, its date set forward by the Gen
