No doubt Oliver Marsham's democratic opinions had been partly bred in him by opposition and recoil.

Diana seemed to get a good deal of rather comforting light on the problem by looking at it from this point of view.
Indeed, she thought over it persistently while she dressed.

From the normal seven-hours' sleep of youth she had awakened with braced nerves.
To remember her duel of the night before was no longer to thrill with an excitement inexplicable even to herself, and strangely mingled with a sense of loneliness or foreboding.

Under the morning light she looked at things more sanely.

Her natural vanity, which was the reflection of her wish to please, told her that she had not done badly.