She had attracted him, but she much doubted if the attraction had survived her marriage.

For herself, that chapter in her life was closed and could never, she now believed, be reopened.
Monck had gone his way, she hers, and they had drifted apart.

Only by the accident of circumstance would they meet again, and she was determined that when this meeting took place their relations should be of so impersonal a character that he should find it well-nigh impossible to recall the fact that any hint of romance had ever hovered even for a fleeting moment between them.

He had his career before him.

He followed the way of ambition, and he should continue to follow it, unhindered by any thought of her.