She did not care much for anything that world had to give her.

But she intended to choose carefully and calmly.

She was aware in herself of firm, well-knit faculty, of tastes, sharp and sensitive, demanding only an opportunity to express themselves in significant and finished forms of life; and though Helen did not think of it in these terms, saying merely to herself that she wanted money and power, the background of her intention was a consciousness of capacity for power.
Reflecting on this power, and on the paths to its realisation, she was led far, indeed, from any thought of Althea; and Althea was not at all in her mind as, sleepy at last, and very weary, she remembered Gerald's last words.

It was the thought of Gerald that brought the thought of Althea, and of Althea's pages.

Fair and empty they were, she felt sure, adorned only here and there with careful and becoming maxims.