Above all she wanted to cry.

She knew that it would be very good for her.

She had often found a singular relief in tears when vexed by things beyond her understanding.

But she had to think of that flock of gallants in the ballroom waiting to pay court to her and of her duty towards them of preserving her beauty unimpaired by the ravages of a vented sorrow.
Tremayne sat down beside her.

"So now that we understand each other on that score, let us consider ways and means to dispose of Dick." At once she was uplifted and became all eagerness.
"Yes, Yes.