But her mind was actually radiating, and the comfort to her heart evoked the image of Dartrey Fenellan.

She saw a possible reason for her bluntness to the coming scene with Dudley.
At once she said, No! and closed the curtain; knowing what was behind, counting it nought.

She repeated almost honestly her positive negative.
How we are mixed of the many elements! she thought, as an observer; and self-justifyingly thought on, and with truth, that duty urged her upon this journey; and proudly thought, that she had not a shock of the painful great organ in her breast at the prospect at the end, or any apprehension of its failure to carry her through.
Yet the need of peace or some solace needed to prepare her for her interview turned her imagination burningly on Dartrey.

She would not allow herself to meditate over hopes and schemes:--Nesta free: Dartrey free.

She vowed to her soul sacredly--and she was one of those in whom the Divinity lives, that they may do so--not to speak a word for the influencing of Dudley save the one fact.