She F was, as we may conjecture, far from looking cheerfully into the future.

Nor was she content with herself, with her behaviour in the drama of these two days.

In thinking over the scene with her husband she experienced a shame before her conscience which could not at first be readily accounted for, for of a truth she had felt no kind of shame in steadfastly resisting Mutimer's dishonourable impulse.

But she saw now that in the judgment of one who could read all her heart she would not come off with unmingled praise.

Had there not been another motive at work in her besides zeal for honour?
Suppose the man benefiting by the will had been another than Hubert Eldon?
Surely that would not have affected her behaviour?
Not in practice, doubtless; but here was a question of feeling, a scrutiny of the soul's hidden velleities.