Besides, she didn't want to appeal to him.

She knew he would think she was running away--playing the coward, and that it would be a bitter disappointment to him to find her falling short of the high standard which he had always set before her.
"_No Davenant was ever a coward in the face of difficulties_," he had told her.

And she loved him far too much to hurt him as grievously as she knew it would hurt him if she ran away from them.
She stood there for a long time, staring dumbly out at the falling rain and dripping trees.

She was thinking along the lines which St.John had laid down for her.

"_Don't make Roger pay for your own blunder_." Was she doing that?
Remembering all that had passed between them last night she began to realise that this was just what she had been doing.
She had no love to give him, but she had been keeping him out of everything else as well.