Looking at her position, she told herself that a happy love could hardly have been her lot in life.

Lady Fawn, she thought, was right.

A governess should make up her mind to do without a lover.

She had given away her heart, and yet she would do without a lover.

When, on one dull, dark afternoon, as she was thinking of all this, Lord Fawn suddenly put into her hands a cruelly long printed document respecting the Sawab, she went to work upon it immediately.