Mrs.Rodman had clearly not enjoyed the unbroken rest which gave Adela her appearance of freshness and calm; her eyes were swollen and red, her lips hung like those of a fretful child that has tired itself with sobbing, her hair was carelessly rolled up, her attire slatternly.

She sat in sullen disorder.

Seeing Adela, she dropped her eyes, and her lips drew themselves together.

Adela hesitated to approach her, but was moved to do so by sheer pity.
'I'm afraid you've had a bad night,' she said kindly.
'Yes, I suppose I have,' was the ungracious reply.
Adela stood before her for a moment, but could find nothing else to say.
She was turning when Alice looked up, her red eyes almost glaring, her breast shaken with uncontrollable passion.
'I think you might have had some consideration,' she exclaimed.

'If you didn't care to speak a word for yourself, you might have thought about others.