Her daylight view of them necessarily differed from the cloudy vision of the night.

The winged furies were now prowling gossips who dropped in on each other for tea.
But her fears seemed the uglier, thus shorn of their vagueness; and besides, she had to act, not rave.

For the first time she forced herself to reckon up the exact amount of her debt to Trenor; and the result of this hateful computation was the discovery that she had, in all, received nine thousand dollars from him.

The flimsy pretext on which it had been given and received shrivelled up in the blaze of her shame: she knew that not a penny of it was her own, and that to restore her self-respect she must at once repay the whole amount.

The inability thus to solace her outraged feelings gave her a paralyzing sense of insignificance.