The last door of escape was closed--she felt herself shut in with her dishonour.
Suddenly her wild pacing brought her before the clock on the chimney-piece.

Its hands stood at half-past three, and she remembered that Selden was to come to her at four.

She had meant to put him off with a word--but now her heart leaped at the thought of seeing him.

Was there not a promise of rescue in his love?
As she had lain at Gerty's side the night before, she had thought of his coming, and of the sweetness of weeping out her pain upon his breast.

Of course she had meant to clear herself of its consequences before she met him--she had never really doubted that Mrs.Peniston would come to her aid.