In reality there was no change in her.

She was only a suppliant to be spared from ridicule: spared from the application of the scourge she had woven for herself.
And, ah! to one who deigned to think warmly still of such a disgraced silly creature, with what gratitude she turned! He might well suppose love alone could pour that profusion of jewels at his feet.
Ferdinand, now Lord Laxley, understood the merits of his finger-nails better than the nature of young women; but he is not to be blamed for presuming that Rose had learnt to adore him.

Else why did she like his company so much?
He was not mistaken in thinking she looked up to him.
She seemed to beg to be taken into his noble serenity.

In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody!--she that had fallen so low! Above everybody!--born above them, and therefore superior by grace divine! To this Rose Jocelyn had come--she envied the mind of Ferdinand.
He, you may be sure, was quite prepared to accept her homage.

Rose he had always known to be just the girl for him; spirited, fresh, and with fine teeth; and once tied to you safe to be staunch.