She understood now--oh, yes, she understood perfectly.

He loved her well enough in his own way--but Maryon's way meant that the love and happiness of the woman who married him would always be a matter of secondary importance.

The bitterness of her resentment deepened within her, flooding her whole being.
"'If only!'" repeated Rooke.

"It's the old story, Nan--the desire of the moth for the flame." "The moth is a very blundering creature," said Nan quietly.

"He makes mistakes sometimes--perhaps imagining a flame where there is none." "No!" exclaimed Rooke violently.