Besides the confusion of thoughts regarding these things, her mind was burdened with an entirely new trouble--the sense that she was concealing something from her mother; and this alone would have been quite sufficient to disturb and distress her.
So the three who had been so happy for the last few weeks sat together, with all their content destroyed.

Maurice thought bitterly of the old Canadian days, which had been happy, too, and to which Percy's coming had brought trouble.
"It is the same thing over again," he said to himself; "but why such a fellow as that should be allowed to do so much mischief is a problem _I_ can't solve.

A tall idiot, who could not even care for her like a man!" But he would not allow himself any hard thoughts of Lucia.

Perhaps he had had some during his solitary day, but he had no real cause for them, and he was too loyal to find any consolation in blaming her.

And it never would have come into his head to solace himself with the "having known _me_." He valued his own honest, unaltering love at a reasonable but not an excessive, price--himself at a very low one; and as Lucia understood nothing of the one, he did not wonder that she should slight the other.