She had no conception of any very strong passion, but conceived that a married life was more pleasant than one of single bliss.

She had no doubt that he had promised to make Lily Dale his wife, but so had he previously promised her, or nearly so.

It was a fair game, and she would win it if she could.

If she failed, she would show her anger; but she would show it in a mild, weak manner, turning up her nose at Lily before Crosbie's face, and saying little things against himself behind his back.

Her wrath would not carry her much beyond that.
"Now, sir, you may redeem the promise you made me when you first came here,--or you may let it alone." So she spoke, and then she turned her face away from him, gazing out into the darkness.
"Alexandrina!" he said.
"Well, sir?
But you have no right to speak to me in that style.