Look at it how one will, she has suffered beyond her deserts.
She has pretty deferential ways which make their inevitable appeal to women as to men.

In a word, Hazlewood sets the ball rolling and it gets beyond his reach." Thresk nodded.
"Yes, I understand that." "Finally, Hazlewood's son falls in love with her--not a boy mind, but a man claiming a man's right to marry where he loves.

And at once in Hazlewood conventional man awakes." "Dear me, no," interposed Harold Hazlewood.
"But I say yes," Pettifer continued imperturbably.

"Conventional man awakes in him and cries loudly against the marriage.

Then there's myself.
I am fond of Dick.