No, not that.

"Horrible as I feel," thought she, "I am better off than in those weeks when that man was whirling me from one nightmare to another.

The peace of desolation is better than that torture of doubt and repulsion.

Whatever was I thinking of to engage myself to such a man?
to think seriously of passing my life with him?
Poor fool that I was, to rail against monotony, to sigh for sensations! Well, I have got them." Day and night, almost without ceasing, her thoughts had boiled and bubbled on and on, like a geyser ever struggling for outlet and ever falling vainly back upon itself.
Now--here he was, greeting her at the elevator car, smiling and confident, as if nothing had happened.

She did not deign even to stare at him, but, with eyes that seemed to be simply looking without seeing any especial object, she walked straight on.