It seemed to her well-nigh impossible to place any real confidence in a man who deliberately concealed so great a part of his existence.

Her instinct was to trust him, but her reason forbade.

She was beginning to ask herself if it would not be advisable to leave India just as soon as Tommy could spare her.

It seemed madness to remain on if she desired to avoid any increase of intimacy with this man who had already so far overstepped the bounds of convention in his dealing with her.
And yet--in common honesty she had to admit it--she did not want to go.
The attraction that held her was as yet too intangible to be definitely analyzed, but she could not deny its existence.

She did not love the man--oh, surely she did not love him--for she did not want to marry him.
She brought her feelings to that touchstone and it seemed that they were able to withstand the test.