She was dressed very plainly in black.

There was no coquettish knot of ribbon at her throat; no girlish trinkets dangled at her waist--all those little graces and embellishments of costume which seem natural to a woman whose life is happy, were wanting in her toilet to-day; and slight as these indications were, Gilbert did not overlook them.
Did he really wish her to be happy--happy with the rival he so fiercely hated?
He had said as much; and in saying so, he had believed that he was speaking the truth.

But he was only human; and it is just possible that, tenderly as he still loved this girl, he may have been hardly capable of taking pleasure in the thought of her happiness.
"I want you to tell me about your husband, Marian," he said after a pause; "who and what he is." "Why should I do that ?" she asked, looking at him with a steady, almost defiant, expression.

"You have said that you will never forgive him.

What interest can you possibly feel in his affairs ?" "I am interested in him upon your account." "I cannot tell you anything about him.