And in that injustice of chronic self-excuse which characterizes all human beings who do not live by intelligently formed and intelligently executed plan, she was now trying to soothe herself with blaming him for her low spirits; in fact, they were wholly the result of her consciously unworthy mode of life, and of an incessant internal warfare, exhausting and depressing.

Also, the day would surely come when he would ask how she was contriving to keep up such imposing appearances on their eighteen hundred a year; and then she would have to choose between directly deceiving him and telling him that she had broken--no, not broken, that was too harsh--rather, had not yet fulfilled the promise to give up the income her father left her.
After a constrained silence, "I really don't need anyone to stop here with me," she said to him, as if she had been thinking of it and not of the situation between them, "but I'll get Stella Wilmot and her brother." "Arden ?" said Dory, doubtfully.

"I know he's all right in some ways, and he has stopped drinking since he got the place at the bank.

But--" "If we show we have confidence in him," replied Adelaide, "I think it will help him." "Very well," said Dory.

"Besides, it isn't easy to find people of the sort you'd be willing to have, who can leave home and come here." Adelaide colored as she smiled.