Lord St.John had taught her that.

It had been his own courageous, unshakable belief.
But now he had gone from her she found her faith faltering.

It was too difficult--well-nigh impossible--to hold fast to the big uplift of such thought and faith as had been his.
Her marriage loomed ahead in the near future, and in spite of her dogged intention to fulfil her bargain, she dreaded unspeakably the actual day which would make her Roger's wife--compelling her to a physical and spiritual bondage from which she shrank with loathing.
But there could be no escape.

None.

Throughout her illness, and since then, while she had groped her way slowly back to health here at Mallow, Roger had been thoughtful and considerate to an astonishing degree.