Dr. Muller did not count. He was charming and friendly, and she was grateful to him for cutting short his period of slumber in order to make it possible for her to witness such a display. But it was only the startling splendor of the sunrise which had caused her temporarily to forget that loneliness—and allow Dr. Muller to see how much she had been stirred by it. By the time they had returned home in the afternoon the exhilaration had passed, and a feeling of flatness—of anti-climax—had supervened.And the sudden discovery that Richard was there waiting for her in the chalet, that for some reason he was almost hostile to her, had had at first almost a demoralizing effect. She had felt both guilty and afraid. And then courage had returned to her and she had faced him boldly. He had succeeded in arousing her anger. And then anger had evaporated in bewilderment, because he had asked her out to dinner.Would she, she wondered, ever understand Richard? Did any woman understand him? Did Sylvia Gaythorpe understand him?He bullied, he was rude, he coerced quite shamefully, he sometimes appeared to be utterly self-centred ...
