She was not the glorious rebel he had pictured.

Like any other woman, she mistrusted her love without the sanction of society.
Well, that was something relinquished, lost.

Marriage would after all be a compromise.

He had not found his ideal--though in these days it assuredly existed.
* * * And Rhoda, sitting late in the little lodging-house parlour, visited her soul with questionings no less troublesome.

Everard was not satisfied with her.