Here again was a little morsel of hero worship, which, though based on a misconception of fact, was still of influence.

In that episode of the crypt she had always believed that it was Leonard who had carried her out and laid her on the church floor in light and safety.

He had been strong enough and resolute enough to do this, whilst she had fainted! Harold's generous forbearance had really worked to a false end.
It was not strange, therefore, that she found occasional companionship with the handsome, wilful, domineering boy somewhat of luxury.

She did not see him often enough to get tired of him; to find out the weakness of his character; to realise his deep-seated, remorseless selfishness.

But after all he was only an episode in a young life which was full of interests.