There she found a note in Mrs.Belcher's handwriting, inviting her to a drive in the Park with her and Mr.Belcher on the following afternoon.

Whether the invitation was self-moved, or the result of a suggestion from Mr.Belcher, she did not know.

In truth, she did not care.

She had wronged Mrs.Belcher in many ways, and she would go.
Why was it that when the new and magnificent carriage rolled up to her door the next afternoon, with its wonderful horses and showy equipage, and appointments calculated to attract attention, her heart was smitten with disgust?
She was to be stared at; and, during all the drive, she was to sit face to face with a man who believed that he had fascinated her, and who was trying to use her for all the base purposes in which it was possible for her to serve his will.

What could she do with him?
How, in the new relations of her life to him, should she carry herself?
The drive was a quiet one.