She viewed with contempt the women who furnished such opportunities; in her judgment of the male offenders she was more lenient, more philosophical, than formerly.
She had gained her wish, had enjoyed her triumph.

A raising of the finger and Everard Barfoot would marry her.

Assured of that, she felt a new contentment in life; at times when she was occupied with things as far as possible from this experience, a rush of joy would suddenly fill her heart, and make her cheek glow.

She moved among people with a conscious dignity quite unlike that which had only satisfied her need of distinction.

She spoke more softly, exercised more patience, smiled where she had been wont to scoff.