All patience was possible now, all questions were stupid after his, all faces were ugly.

She had been sure she should see the lady again; and even now she should perhaps, she should probably, see her often.

But for him it was totally different; she should never never see him.

She wanted it too much.

There was a kind of wanting that helped--she had arrived, with her rich experience, at that generalisation; and there was another kind that was fatal.