Not the faintest idea crossed her mind of looking to see if her beauty might still plead for her, and of trying to set it off at its best.
A momentary smile, the most weary, the most hopeless, that ever saddened a woman's face, appeared in the reflection which her mirror gave her back.

"Haggard, ghastly, old before my time!" she said to herself.
"Well! better so.

He will feel it less--he will not regret me." With that thought she went downstairs to meet him in the library..