She was thinking of her son, her favourite son, for whom she had been so ambitious, and for whom, so far as she could, and retain her self-respect, she had delicately intrigued, that he might happily and befittingly marry.

She knew that in the matter of his engagement she had not done what was best for him, but how could she have guessed that this would be the result?
She also was sure that when the first flush of his anger and disappointment had passed, and he came to view this thing with cooler mind, he would repent deeply--for a whole lifetime.

She was convinced that he had not married this savage for anything which could make marriage endurable.

Under the weight of the thought she was likely to forget that the young alien wife might have lost terribly in the event also.
The arrival at Euston and the departure from St.Pancras were rather painful all round, for, though there was no waiting at either place, the appearance of an Indian girl in native costume was uncommon enough, even in cosmopolitan London, to draw much attention.

Besides, the placards of the evening papers were blazoned with such announcements as this: A RED INDIAN GIRL MARRIED INTO AN ENGLISH COUNTY FAMILY.
Some one had telegraphed particulars--distorted particulars--over from Liverpool, and all the evening sheets had their portion of extravagance and sensation.