Perhaps her first impressions had been wrong.

Then, with a sudden wave of shame, she remembered the joyous, affectionate letters which every post brought her from the home, which notwithstanding all her sufferings, she had loved so dearly.

She looked down at the pearls which hung from her neck.

She saw herself in her spotless muslin gown.

She felt the touch of laces and silk, all the nameless effect of this environment of luxury thrilled in her blood.