Stella Ballantyne had remained so sunk in apathy through all that long trial that her friends were relieved at her outburst of tears.

Jane Repton led her upstairs and put her to bed just as if she had been a child.
"There! You can get up for dinner if you like, Stella, or stay where you are.

And if you'll tell us what you want to do we'll make the arrangements for you and not ask you a question." Jane Repton kissed her and left her alone; and it was while Stella was sleeping upstairs that Henry Thresk called at the house and was told that there was no news for him.
"No doubt she will write to you, Mr.Thresk, if she wishes you to know what she is doing.

But I should not count upon it if I were you," said Jane Repton, in a sweet voice and with eyes like pebbles.

"She did not mention you, I am sorry to say, when the trial was over." She could not forgive him because of her own share in what she now called his "treachery" towards Stella.