"Whose fault was it?
Mine ?" With a strange thrill of fear and repulsion, she clenched her teeth and held herself until the fit of trembling passed.

"Is this real, Ethel Knight?
Do you mean to say this is what love is--just this, just this ?" She shook her head and bit her lips.

She asked, "Am I tied to this man for life?
I am not! I can't be! This isn't real--it isn't me!" The night was a blur, like a bad dream.

Once she remembered jumping up and quickly locking the nursery door.

But that was the beginning of a return to her senses.