He had spoken in those general terms which are adopted by the clergymen who never err against good taste as defined by the matrons of Philistia.
She did not know whether she admired him or detested him.

But she was certain that she did not love him.

He might be right in all that he had said, but she had freed herself from him.

He might be destined to become one of the most prominent men of the last ten years of the century, but she would never marry him.
She stood face to face with him when he had spoken.
There was a long silence.
A gleam, a very faint gleam of triumph came to his eyes.
"Good-bye," said she, flashing out her hand to him, and with her eyes still fixed upon his face..