Beyond my upset I was flooded by a deep happiness, similar to the one he made me feel when forcing me to… — Edith Templeton

You are like a child who whistles in the dark. As though the dark cared, my poor child, as though the dark cared.

It was though I had been in possession of one of those small shells with Japanese flowers which are sold at street corners. When plunged into a bowl of water, the tightly sealed shell opens and the flat, dry, coiled-up, insignificant shreds of paper contained within float out and unfold their variegated and unsuspected splendour; with Gordon I had found my bowl of water.