The months since her father’s death spread into the second year before Stephen began to realise the loneliness of her life.  She had no companion now but her aunt; and though the old lady adored her, and she returned her love in full, the mere years between them made impossible the companionship that youth craves.  Miss Rowly’s life was in the past.  Stephen’s was in the future.  And loneliness is a feeling which comes unbidden to a heart.  
Stephen felt her loneliness all round.  In old days Harold was always within hail, and companionship of equal age and understanding was available.  But now his very reticence in her own interest, and by her father’s wishes, made for her pain.  Harold had put his strongest restraint on himself, and in his own way suffered a sort of silent martyrdom.  He loved Stephen with every fibre of his being.  Day by day he came toward her with eager step; day by day he left her with a pang that made his heart ache and seemed to turn the brightness of the day to gloom.  Night by night he tossed for hours thinking, thinking, wondering if the time would ever come when her kisses would be his . . . But the tortures and terrors of the night had their effect on his days.  It seemed as if the mere act of thinking, of longing, gave him ever renewed self-control, so that he was able in his bearing to carry out the task he had undertaken: to give Stephen time to choose a mate for herself.  Herein lay his weakness—a weakness coming from his want of knowledge of the world of women.  Had he ever had a love affair, be it never so mild a one, he would have known that love requires a positive expression.  It is not sufficient to sigh, and wish, and hope, and long, all to oneself.  Stephen felt instinctively that his guarded speech and manner were due to the coldness—or rather the trusting abated worship—of the brotherhood to which she had been always accustomed.  At the time when new forces were manifesting and expanding themselves within her; when her growing instincts, cultivated by the senses and the passions of young nature, made her aware of other forces, new and old, expanding themselves outside her; at the time when the heart of a girl is eager for new impressions and new expansions, and the calls of sex are working within her all unconsciously, Harold, to whom her heart would probably have been the first to turn, made himself in his effort to best show his love, a quantité negligeable.
 
Thus Stephen, whilst feeling that the vague desires of budding womanhood were trembling within her, had neither thought nor knowledge of their character or their ultimate tendency.  She would have been shocked, horrified, had that logical process, which she applied so freely to less personal matters, been used upon her own intimate nature.  In her case logic would of course act within a certain range; and as logic is a conscious intellectual process, she became aware that her objective was man.  Man—in the abstract.  ‘Man,’ not ‘a man.’  Beyond that, she could not go.  It is not too much to say that she did not ever, even in her most errant thought, apply her reasoning, or even dream of its following out either the duties, the responsibilities, or the consequences of having a husband.  She had a vague longing for younger companionship, and of the kind naturally most interesting to her.  There thought stopped.
 
One only of her male acquaintances did not at this time appear.  Leonard Everard, who had some time ago finished his course at college, was living partly in London and partly on the Continent.  His very absence made him of added interest to his old play-fellow.  The image of his grace and comeliness, of his dominance and masculine force, early impressed on her mind, began to compare favourably with the actualities of her other friends; those of them at least who were within the circle of her personal interest.  ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’  In Stephen’s mind had been but a very mustard-seed of fondness.  But new lights were breaking for her; and all of them, in greater or lesser degree, shone ............