She would be resigned.

There were lots in life far worse than hers.

What if she had learned to love Norman, and he had never cared for her?
What if she had learned to love him, and had found him less noble than he was?
What if, in the bitterness of his disappointment and passion, he had vented his anger upon her?
After all, she could not but admire his sense of honor, his respect for his name, his devotion to his race; she could not find fault with his conduct, although it had cost her so dear.
"I think," she admitted to herself, "that in his place I should have done the same thing.

If my parent's crime has brought sorrow and disgrace to me, who have no name, no fame, no glory of race to keep up, what must it have brought to him?
In his place I should have done as he has done." Then, after a time, she clasped her hands.
"I will submit," she said.

"I will leave my fate to Providence." When morning dawned she went to her room; she did not wish the household to know that she had sat up and watched the night through.
Once out of the house, Lord Arleigh seemed to realize for the first time what had happened; with a gesture of despair he threw himself back in the carriage.