And what had she done on her part?
Had she not seemed to say No?
Willy was far above her.

It was true enough that she was a poor homeless girl, without lands, without anything but the hands she worked with.

Willy was now a statesman, and he was something of a scholar too.

Yes, he was in every way far above her.

Were there not others who might love him?
Yet Ralph had seemed to wish her to become his brother's wife, and what Ralph had said would be best, must of course be so.
She could not bring herself to leave Shoulthwaite--that was clear enough to her bewildered sense.