"You mean that, since yesterday, you HAVE seen--?" She shook her head with dignity. Another nature seemed to have been lent him: the infection of the excitement and youth about him entered into and transformed his moody mistrustfulness. The usual place of embarkation was half a mile from the house, but I had an intimate conviction that, wherever Flora might be, she was not near home. This is the last and deepest and most cruel sting of the worm of conscience.