She felt completely indifferent as to whether she ever saw him again or not.

She was free! While he had been with her she had felt unsure, uncertain of herself.
The interview had shaken her.

Yet actually, after those first dazzled moments, the emotion she felt partook more of the dim, sad ache that the memory-haunted scent of a flower may bring than of any more vital sentiment.

But now that he had gone, it came upon her with a shock of joyful surprise that she was free--beautifully, gloriously free! The ecstasy only lasted for a moment.

Then with a sudden childish movement she put her hand resentfully to her face where the roughness of his beard had grazed it.