No--there had not been one word of meaning, not even any suggestion of regret that she was practically engaged to Henry.

There had been some faint allusion to people being fools--and brutes when young, but not that they would wish to repair the faults which they had committed then.

The whole thing was plain--he had never really cared an atom for her.

He had been only affected by passion, even on her wedding night when he was pouring love vows into her startled ears.
"He was probably horribly surprised to come upon me at Heronac," her thoughts now ran, "and then just sampled me--and went off as soon as he could--back to Daisy in Paris!" Here chagrin began to rise, and soon dried all her tears.
Yes! she hoped he would ask them to Arranstoun.

She would certainly go, and try to punish him as much as she could by showing her absorption in Henry, and her complete indifference to himself.