She had hitherto thought it likely that Miss Henley's gentleman-like friend might be secretly in love with the young lady.
Her doubts of him, now, took a wider range of distrust.

She went on up the stairs by herself, and banged the door of the private room as the easiest means of waking the sleeping man.

To the utmost noise that she could make in this way, he was perfectly impenetrable.

For a while she waited, looking at him across the table with unutterable contempt.
There was the man to whom the religion of the land and the law of the land, acting together in perfect harmony, had fettered her for life! Some women, in her position, might have wasted time in useless self-reproach.

Mrs.Vimpany reviewed her miserable married life with the finest mockery of her own misfortune.