The way of escape from the unendurable humiliation of her present life lay open before her at last.

What a prospect it was! A new identity, which she might own anywhere! a new name, which was beyond reproach! a new past life, into which all the world might search, and be welcome! Her color rose, her eyes sparkled; she had never been so irresistibly beautiful as she looked at the moment when the new future disclosed itself, radiant with new hope.
She waited a minute, until she could look at her own daring project from another point of view.

Where was the harm of it?
what did her conscience say?
As to Grace, in the first place.

What injury was she doing to a woman who was dead?
The question answered itself.

No injury to the woman.