She had a spiritual make-up, a panoply of paint and powder for the soul, as truly as any actress has her array of cosmetics for her face.

She made no effort to really feel, she knew that was entirely useless, but she observed all the outward signs and semblance of feeling more or less successfully.

She knew that to take up her position in Harry Edgham's house like a marble bust of Diana, which had been one of her wedding-presents, would not be to her credit.

She therefore put herself to the pace which she would naturally be expected to assume in her position.

She showed everybody who called her new possessions, with a semblance of delight which was quite perfect.