She had faced some bitter possibilities and had done a good deal of sober thinking.

She felt now that Johnny was carried away by the fascination of flying, and that Bland's companionship was the worst thing in the world for him.
She was hurt at Johnny's lack of consideration for her, at his complete absorption in himself and his own plans.

She wanted him to "settle down," and be content with loving her and with being loved--to be satisfied with prosperity that carried no element of danger.
Moreover, that he had not troubled to send her any message but had deliberately gone flying off in the opposite direction with Bland, regardless of what she might think or suffer, filled her with something more bitter than mere girlish resentment.

Johnny was like one under a spell, hypnotized by his own air castles and believing them very real.
Mary V had no faith in his dreams, and not even to please Johnny would she pretend that she had.

She had nothing but impatience for his plans, nothing but disgust for his partner, nothing but disappointment from his visit.