She said that while she was quite sure that Mr.
Tottenham thought of her only as a friend--she had never had the least reason for any other impression--he had done her a service for which she could not thank him enough--in showing her what a husband might be.

He had given her a standard; it might be high, but it was unalterable.
She didn't know whether she could describe it, but Mr.Tottenham was different from the kind of man you seemed to meet in India.

He had his own ways of looking at things, and he talked so well.

He had given her an ideal, and she intended to profit by it.

To know that men like Mr.
Tottenham existed, and to marry any other kind would be an act of folly which she did not intend to commit.