I am simply regretting, which perhaps you may do yourself, some day or other." And with this parting shot she left.
The weeks went on, and when May came and Frank told her that the Osprey was fitted out, and that he would join her in a day or two, Bertha heard the news with satisfaction.

The season was a gay one, and she was enjoying herself greatly; the one little drop of bitterness in her cup being that she could no longer enjoy his visits as she formerly did.

He had been the one man with whom she was able to talk and laugh quite freely, who was really an old friend, a link not only between her and the past, but between her and her country life.
And now, she thought pettishly, he had spoiled all this, and what annoyed her almost as much was that the change was more in herself than in him.

She no longer gave him commissions to execute for her, nor made him her general confidant.

She knew that he would be as ready as before to laugh and to sympathise, that he would still gladly execute her commissions, and she felt that he tried hard to make her forget that he had aspired to be something nearer to her than a brotherly friend.