"But he must see--he must surely understand how utterly I despise him.

He will not presume again.

Oh, if I had only told my husband! It was a terrible mistake ?" What was--her secret or her marriage?
or both?
Christian did not stop to think.

Whatever it was, she knew that, like most of the mistakes and miseries of this world, it was made to be remedied--made possible of remedy.

At all events, the pain must be endured, fought through, struggled with, any thing but succumbed to.
In the five minutes that, after all, she found she had to wait in the drawing-room before the aunts or her husband appeared.