For over a year she had thought that Marcus would some day be her husband.

They would be married, she supposed, some time in the future, she did not know exactly when; the matter did not take definite shape in her mind.

She liked Cousin Mark very well.

And then suddenly this cross-current had set in; this blond giant had appeared, this huge, stolid fellow, with his immense, crude strength.

She had not loved him at first, that was certain.