If she found Lady Anstruthers plump and roseate, pleased with herself and her position, she was quite equal to making her visit appear a casual and conventional affair.
"I ought to wish it to be so," she thought, "and, yet, how disappointingly I should feel she had changed.

Still, even ethical reasons would not excuse one for wishing her to be miserable." She was a creature with a number of passionate ideals which warred frequently with the practical side of her mentality.

Often she used to walk up and down the deck or lean upon the ship's side, her eyes stormy with emotions.
"I do not want to find Rosy a heartless woman, and I do not want to find her wretched.

What do I want?
Only the usual thing--that what cannot be undone had never been done.

People are always wishing that." She was standing near the second-cabin barrier thinking this, the first time she saw the passenger with the red hair.