Meantime he had said farewell to love and hope and faithfulness, even as he bade farewell to life.

"Since she has forsaken me whom I thought faithful," said he to himself, "why, let it end, for life is a mockery I would not live out." And thenceforth, haggard but laughing, pale but with unbroken courage, he trod on his way through his few remaining days, the wonder of those who saw him.
As for Mary Connynge, surely she had matters enough which were best kept secret in her own soul.

While Lady Catharine was hoping, and praying, and dreaming and believing, even as the roses left her cheek and the hollows fell beneath her eyes, she saw about her in the daily walks of life Mary Connynge, sleek and rounded as ever.

They sat at table together, and neither did the one make sign to the other of her own anxiety, nor did that other give sign of her own treachery.

Mary Connynge, false guest, false friend, false woman, deceived so perfectly that she left no indication of deceit.