She rejoiced at the change in him and showed him such gratitude as is given only to those who render great service, so intense was her longing not to estrange Dick from his father.
But she had become a shrewd observer under the stress of her evil destiny; and the moment of rejoicing once past she began to wonder what had brought about the change.

She judged Mr.Hazlewood to be one of those weak and effervescing characters who can grow more obstinate in resentment than any others if their pride and self-esteem receive an injury.

She had followed of late the windings of his thoughts.

She put the result frankly to herself.
"He hates me.

He holds me in horror." Why then the sudden change?
She was in the mood to start at shadows and when a little note was brought over to her on the Friday morning in Mr.
Hazlewood's handwriting reminding her of her engagement she was filled with a vague apprehension.