As to Anthony, from the moment that he set eyes upon the maid sent to escort her to Mellor, and the first-class ticket that had been purchased for her, Marcella perfectly understood that she had become to him as an enemy.
"They shall see--I will show them!" she said to herself with angry energy, as the train whirled her away.

And her sense of their unwarrantable injustice kept her tense and silent till she was roused to a childish and passionate pleasure by a first sight of the wide lawns and time-stained front of Mellor.
* * * * * Of such elements, such memories of persons, things, and events, was Marcella's reverie by the window made up.

One thing, however, which, clearly, this report of it has not explained, is that spirit of energetic discontent with her past in which she had entered on her musings.

Why such soreness of spirit?
Her childhood had been pinched and loveless; but, after all, it could well bear comparison with that of many another child of impoverished parents.

There had been compensations all through--and were not the great passion of her Solesby days, together with the interest and novelty of her London experience, enough to give zest and glow to the whole retrospect?
Ah! but it will be observed that in this sketch of Marcella's schooldays nothing has been said of Marcella's holidays.