Joyously she compared this banquet with others she had eaten in great houses and European restaurants, which were the last word in luxury.

Oh! how she loved the dramatic contrast of it.

Nature was supreme, glorious....

Oh no, no! never could she hanker after that which she had left behind--for ever.
Because, if ever she were to go back again to the old life, she would be an ugly dried-up old woman for whom the smart world would have no further use....
Then suddenly she became quiet, and busied herself in the tent, while McKeith took out his pipe and smoked in ruminative bliss.

When she came back she had no more talk of contrasts or of her old life, no more fantastic outbursts.