Two young, human, natural, normal people fighting against iron bars.

For Zara felt the same as he, and she had the extra anguish of knowing she had been unjust, and that the present impossible situation was entirely her own doing.
And how to approach the subject and confess her fault?
She did not know.
Her sense of honor made her feel she must, but the queer silent habit of her life was still holding her enchained.

And so, until they got into his own country, the strained speechlessness continued, and then he looked out and said: "We must have the car opened now--please smile and bow as we go through the villages when any of the old people curtsey to you; the young ones won't do it, I expect, but my mother's old friends may." So Zara leaned forward, when the footman had opened the landaulette top, and tried to look radiant.
And the first act of this pitiful comedy began..