She was in a tumult of passion, and when that subsided tears of indignation rushed to her eyes.

She made no excuses for her recreant lover, no allowances for accidents and misadventures.

She did not, indeed, think he had set out to insult her, but the unhappy fact was patent that he knew the wanton Sally, and that he had a tender regard for her.

Lavinia's reading of the thing was that in her anxiety she had arrived at the trysting place too soon.

Ten minutes later and Vane would have got rid of his old love and taken on with his new one.