Her relations had forgiven her Canadian escapade, but they meant to guard against her doing something of the kind again.

Perhaps from their point of view, they were justified, but Barbara was not tempted to make a fresh experiment.

She had not yet got over the shock; she saw how near her romantic trustfulness had brought her to disaster and thought her faith in men and women had gone.

This was perhaps the worst, because she was generous and had frankly trusted people she liked.
Now she imagined the gloomy day had re-acted on her spirits.

She was moody and longed for something that would banish the dreariness.
Starting down hill for the station, she stopped abruptly a few moments afterwards.