It was possible, even probable, that he would henceforth avoid her.

She had gone too far.

She had not reckoned upon such a nature as his, capable of being roused to implacable anger by mere sympathy for the suffering of another.

Then, understanding it at last, she had thought it would be enough that those sufferings should be forgotten by him upon whom they had been inflicted.

She could not comprehend the horror he felt for herself and for her hideous cruelty.
She had entered the cemetery in the consciousness of her strong will and of her mysterious powers certain of victory, sure that having once sacrificed her pride and stooped so low as to command what should have come of itself, she should see his face change and hear the ring of passion in that passionless voice.