Her terrible honesty forbade her the easy path of false congratulations.
She bit her lip till tears filled her eyes.

What was this wretched position into which she had strayed?
Lewis was all she had feared, but he was Lewis, and far more than any bundle of perfections.

A hot, passionate craving for his presence was blinding her to reason.

And this man who had won--this, the fortunate politician--she cared for him not a straw.

A strong dislike began to grow in her heart to the blameless Mr.Stocks.
Dinner that night was a weary meal to the girl.