But she did not modify them.

She was in the mood to hurt.

She had been betrayed by her need of sympathy into speaking words which she would gladly have recalled; she had been caught off her guard and almost unawares; and she resented it.

Chayne had told her that she looked ill and tired; and she resented that too.

No wonder she looked tired when she had her father with his secret treacheries on one side and an importunate lover upon the other! She thought for a moment or two how best to put what she had still to stay: "I have probably said to you," she resumed, "more than was right or fair--I mean fair to my father.