Charlotte stood still, but she raised her voice.

"I am not very happy," said she, "and I sha'n't be happy my whole life, but I wouldn't change places with you.

You've lowered yourself, and that's worse than any unhappiness." Rose fled away in the darkness without another word, and Charlotte crossed the road to go to her Aunt Sylvia's.
Rose, as she went on, felt as if all her dreams were dying within her; a dull vision of the next morning when she should awake without them weighed upon her.

She had a childish sense of shame and remorse, and a conviction of the truth of Charlotte's words.

And yet she had an injured and bewildered feeling, as if somewhere in this terrible nature, at whose mercy she was, there was some excuse for her.
Rose was nearly home when she began to meet the people coming from meeting.