It was strangely like true passion, the difference only marked by an extravagant selfishness.

She thought of no one, cared for no one, but herself, Rodman having become part of that self.

With him she was imperiously slavish; her tenderness was a kind of greed; she did not pretend to forgive her brother for his threatened opposition, and, having got hold of the idea that Adela took part against Rodman, she hated her and would not be alone in her company for a moment.

On her marriage day she refused Adela's offered kiss and did her best to let everyone see how delighted she was to leave them behind.
The autumn was a time of physical suffering for Adela.

Formerly she had sought to escape her mother's attentions, now she accepted them with thankfulness.