She became suddenly humble and tenderly penitent in her mood toward him; he loved her much better than she deserved, and she suspected that her own attitude had been habitually ungenerous and selfish.

She had accepted all and yielded nothing.

She wondered gravely why it was she did not love him; she was fond of him--she was very, very fond of him; she wondered if after all, as he said, this were not the beginning of love, the beginning of that deeper feeling which she was not sure she understood, not sure she should ever experience.
The thought of Charley's unwavering affection gave her a great sense of peace; it was something to have inspired such devotion, she could never be quite desperate while she had him.

She must try to make him understand how possible an ideal friendship was between them, how utterly impossible anything else.

She would like to have seen Charley happily married to some nice girl--"I wonder whom!" thought Betty, gazing deep into the night through her drooping lashes.