Where was the man fitly to mate her! Mr.Redworth, however, was manly and trustworthy, of the finest Saxon type in build and in character.

He had great qualities, and his excess of scrupulousness was most pitiable.
She read: 'The wisest thing a waif can do.' It bore a sound of desperation.

Avowedly Tony had accepted him without being in love.

Or was she masking the passion?
No: had it been a case of love, she would have written very differently to her friend.
Lady Dunstane controlled the pricking of the wound inflicted by Diana's novel exercise in laconics where the fullest flow was due to tenderness, and despatched felicitations upon the text of the initial line: 'Wonders are always happening.' She wrote to hide vexation beneath surprise; naturally betraying it.

'I must hope and pray that you have not been precipitate.' Her curiosity to inspect the happiest of men, the most genuine part of her letter, was expressed coldly.
When she had finished the composition she perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language, though she had been so guarded to cover the wound her Tony dealt their friendship--in some degree injuring their sex.