She rose, and walking across the floor stood gazing at herself for a long time in the brightly-lit mirror above the mantel-piece.

The lines in her face came out terribly--she looked old; and when a girl looks old to herself, how does she look to other people?
She moved away, and began to wander aimlessly about the room, fitting her steps with mechanical precision between the monstrous roses of Mrs.Peniston's Axminster.

Suddenly she noticed that the pen with which she had written to Selden still rested against the uncovered inkstand.

She seated herself again, and taking out an envelope, addressed it rapidly to Rosedale.

Then she laid out a sheet of paper, and sat over it with suspended pen.