She pitied him; for his presence at Esslemont betrayed an inclination; he was ignorant of his lady's character, of how firm she could be to defy him and all the world, in her gratitude to the gentleman she thought of as her true friend, smiled at for his open nature,--called by his Christian name.
The idea of a piece of information stinging Lord Fleetwood, the desire to sting, so as to be an instrument of retribution (one of female human nature's ecstasies); and her, abstaining, that she, might not pain the lord who had been generous to her sister Sally, made the force in Madge's breast which urges to the gambling for the undeveloped, entitled prophecy.

She kept it low and felt it thrill.
Lord Fleetwood, chatted; Madge had him wincing.

He might pull the cover off the child's face carelessly--he looked at the child.

His look at the child was a thought of the mother.

If he thought of the mother, he would be wanting to see her.