And her interest grew, her curiosity was more haunting, as their acquaintance became a sort of friendship; she found that her moral disapprobation wavered, or was altogether forgotten.

Perhaps it was to compensate for this that she went the length of outraging Miss Barfoot's feelings on the death of Bell a Royston.
Certainly she thought with much frequency of Barfoot, and looked forward to his coming.

Never had she wished so much to see him again as after their encounter in Chelsea Gardens, and on that account she forced herself to hold aloof when he came.

It was not love, nor the beginning of love; she judged it something less possible to avow.

The man's presence affected her with a perturbation which she had no difficulty in concealing at the time, though afterwards it distressed and shamed her.