For the first time she measured him by standards of which he could know nothing, and found no good thing in him.

What had Marsh meant when he forced this most undesirable acquaintance on her! "You wanted to see Marsh ?" she asked, as she gave him her hand.
"That will keep," said Gilmore cheerfully.

"May I stay ?" he added.
"If you wish," she answered indifferently.
She felt a sense of shame at his presence there.

Everything about her seemed to sink to his level, which was a very low level, she was sure.
These afternoon calls were a recent feature of their intimacy.

Before Gilmore came, she had been thinking for the hundredth time of John North--the man she had once loved and now hated, but in whose honor she had such confidence that she knew he would face death rather than compromise her.