Doubtless she had not felt the intoxication she had expected, but does one ever feel it?
She was the friend of the good and honest fellow, much liked by women who passed for disdainful and hard to please, and he had a true affection for her.

The pleasure she gave him and the joy of being beautiful for him attached her to this friend.

He made life for her not continually delightful, but easy to bear, and at times agreeable.
That which she had not divined in her solitude, notwithstanding vague yearnings and apparently causeless sadness, he had revealed to her.
She knew herself when she knew him.

It was a happy astonishment.

Their sympathies were not in their minds.