Her pride would be exhausted, her stubbornness would be exhausted, by the resolute resistance which it was in her character to make under the circumstances.

She would turn for sympathy to the nearest person who had sympathy to offer.

And I was that nearest person--brimful of comfort, charged to overflowing with seasonable and reviving words.

Never had the evangelising prospect looked brighter, to my eyes, than it looked now.
She came down to breakfast, but she ate nothing, and hardly uttered a word.
After breakfast she wandered listlessly from room to room--then suddenly roused herself, and opened the piano.

The music she selected to play was of the most scandalously profane sort, associated with performances on the stage which it curdles one's blood to think of.