She no longer dared go into society because often, on the very chair that was being politely indicated to her, she could see an elderly gentleman sitting.
She was quite sure that either the gesture of invitation or the presence of the elderly gentleman, was a hallucination, for they would not have been showing her to a chair that was already occupied.
Her doctor, in order to cure her, forced her to return to a reception whereby she experienced a moment of painful hesitation wondering whether the hospitable sign they made to her was the real thing, or she was about to sit down in public on the knees of a flesh and blood gentleman, the humiliation.
Her uncertainty was cruel. Her eyes blinked and her hand went to her face. The long fingers on her temple moved downwards in an attempt to cover her expressionless mouth and her horror.
She made up her mind. She sat down.
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