She did not know how strongly she longed to give him that happiness, much less was she able to distinguish where pity merged into love.

Now she was in a great dread of her father's millions.

She knew well enough that with many, indeed, with most men of Sir Tancred's class they would have been primroses, very large primroses, on the path of love; she feared that if he was the man she thought him, and she would not have him any other, they would prove barriers on that path, hard indeed to surmount.

She dressed in no very good spirits, and came downstairs to find her father awaiting her in the hall, ready to stroll out and hear how the world had gone with her.
Sir Tancred also awoke with the sense of something unpleasant having happened.

But at first he could not for the life of him remember what it was.