Annie, especially now that she was so happy, cared nothing for the glory of which she had been deprived.

She had, in truth, never had much hunger for fame, especially for herself.

She did not care when she thought how pleased her lover would have been and her relatives, but already the plan for another book was in her brain, for the child was a creator, and no blow like this had any lasting power over her work.

What she considered was Margaret's revelation of herself as something else than Margaret, and what she did resent bitterly was being forced into deception in order to shield her.

She was in fact hard, although she did not know it.