So she plucked resolution to enjoy her holiday and forget the contrasts of life-palaces running profusion, lodgings hammered by duns; the pinch of poverty distracting every simple look inside or out.

There was no end to it; for her husband's chivalrous honour forced him to undertake the payment of her father's heavy debts.

He was right and admirable, it could not be contested; but the prospect for them was a grinding gloom, an unrelieved drag, as of a coach at night on an interminable uphill flinty road.
These were her sensations, and she found it diverting to be admired; admired by many while she knew herself to be absorbed in the possession of her by one.

It bestowed the before and after of her marriage.

She felt she was really, had rapidly become, the young woman of the world, armed with a husband, to take the flatteries of men for the needed diversion they brought.