What a strange, weird nature she was,--with her round blue eyes and wavy hair, looking sometimes like a child and sometimes almost like an old woman! And how she talked! What things she said, and what terrible forebodings she uttered of stranger things that she meant to say! Why had she at their first meeting made that allusion to the mode of her own betrothal,--and then, checking herself for speaking of it so soon, almost declare that she meant to speak more of it hereafter?
"She should never mention it to any one," said Alice to herself.
"If her lot in life has not satisfied her, there is so much the more reason why she should not mention it." Then Alice protested to herself that no father, no aunt, no Lady Midlothian should persuade her into a marriage of which she feared the consequences.

But Lady Glencora had made for herself excuses which were not altogether untrue.

She had been very young, and had been terribly weighted with her wealth.
And it seemed to Alice that her cousin had told her everything in that hour and a half that they had been together.

She had given a whole history of her husband and of herself.

She had said how indifferent he was to her pleasures, and how vainly she strove to interest herself in his pursuits.