She had got the chance she had longed for.

She saw herself in imagination a leading lady.
But when she returned to her lodgings a reaction set in.

She was depressed.

Life had suddenly become drab and dull.

She was thinking of Lancelot Vane, but not angrily, as was the case the previous night when she walked away her head high in the air after seeing Sally Salisbury--of all women in the world!--in his arms.