She felt horribly lonely and oppressed--as if she would never see him again.

"He's quite capable of leaving me here to find my way back to Washington alone--quite capable!" And her lip curled.
But the scorn was all upon the surface.

Beneath there was fear and respect--the fear and respect which those demoralized by unearned luxury and by the purposeless life always feel when faced by strength and self-reliance in the crises where externals avail no more than its paint and its bunting a warship in battle.

She knew she had been treating him as no self-respecting man who knew the world would permit any woman to treat him.

She knew her self-respect should have kept her from treating him thus, even if he, in his ignorance of her world and awe of it, would permit.