What was wrong ?--what had she done?
She lay drooping, her hot face pressed upon her hands, pondering the last few weeks, thoughts and images passing through her brain with a rapidity and an occasional incoherence that was the result of her feverish state.
How much she had seen and learnt in these flying days!--it often seemed to her as though her old self had been put off along with her old clothes.
She was carried back to the early time when she had just patiently adapted herself to Mr.Manisty's indifference and neglect, as she might have adapted herself to any other condition of life at the villa.

She had made no efforts.

It had seemed to her mere good manners to assume that he did not want the trouble of her acquaintance, and be done with it.

To her natural American feeling indeed, as the girl of the party, it was strange and disconcerting that her host should not make much of her.

But she had soon reconciled herself.