Luxury, as light and soft as skill and money could make it--the room breathed it; and in the midst stood the young creature who had designed it, the will within her hardening rapidly to an irrevocable purpose.
Yes, she had made a mistake! But she would retrieve it.

She would free herself.

She would no longer put up with Roger, with his neglect and deceit--his disagreeable and ungrateful mother--his immoral friends--and this dull, soul-deadening English life.
Roger moved and murmured.

She retreated a little, still looking at him fixedly.

Was it the child's name?
Perhaps.