As to submission, it was not in all her thoughts.

Wrung to agony as her heart was, and appalled as she looked, trembling and shrinking into the future, she did not yield a moment to weakness.
Midnight found Irene alone in her chamber.

She had flung herself upon a bed when she came up from the parlor, and fallen asleep after an hour of fruitless beating about in her mind.

Awaking from a maze of troubled dreams, she started up and gazed, half fearfully, around the dimly-lighted room.
"Where am I ?" she asked herself.

Some moments elapsed before the painful events of the past few days began to reveal themselves to her consciousness.
"And where is Hartley ?" This question followed as soon as all grew clear.