Still, I could have sworn that Isobel was here.

Indeed, I seem to feel her now, and I hope that the dream will go on." Listening there in the shadow, she heard, and flushed in her flesh and rejoiced in her innermost being.

So he had _not_ forgotten her, which is the true and real infidelity that never can be forgiven, at any rate, by a woman.

So she was still something in his life, although he had not answered her letter years ago.
Then she grew angry with herself.

What did it matter to her what he was, or thought, or did?
It was absurd that she could be dependent morally upon anyone, who must rely in life or death upon herself alone and on the strong soul within her.