A surprisingly chill rain for the time of year was blown in great gusts that temporarily blotted out all but the nearest objects. And then, almost in the matter of moments, the wind dropped, the rain stopped and the sun shone brilliantly, only to fade again with the return of the rain. It was more like spring than summer weather. But at least the rapid changes reflected Lisa's own moods. At one moment the world was a wonderful place full of hope and promise. Then, with disconcerting speed, she would be beset with doubts and fears.'But really, I ought not to be thinking about myself,' she said self-reproachfully. 'Tom—oh, I do wish I hadn't had to hurt him—and what am I to do about working longer hours for him? When he suggested it he must have hoped it would give him a chance to—well, it would bring us together more. But now I don't see how he can help wishing he'd never made the offer. But he won't back out of it. He'll have too much pride for that. So I suppose it's up to me—and yet that would quite likely hurt his feelings, make him think I don't trust him not to try to persuade me—oh, what a mess!
