He had gone, and had plainly given her to understand that he acceded to this marriage with Adrian Urmand.

How was she to read it all?
Was there more than one way in which a wounded woman, so sore at heart, could read it?
He had told her that though he loved her still, it did not suit him to trouble himself with her as a wife; and that he would throw upon her head the guilt of having been false to their old vows.

Though she loved him better than all the world, she despised him for his thoughtful treachery.

In her eyes it was treachery.

He must have known the truth.