All this she saw with the clearness of vision that came to her in moments of despondency.

It was success that dazzled her--she could distinguish facts plainly enough in the twilight of failure.

And the twilight, as she now sought to pierce it, was gradually lighted by a faint spark of reassurance.

Under the utilitarian motive of Rosedale's wooing she had felt, clearly enough, the heat of personal inclination.
She would not have detested him so heartily had she not known that he dared to admire her.

What, then, if the passion persisted, though the other motive had ceased to sustain it?
She had never even tried to please him--he had been drawn to her in spite of her manifest disdain.