Then she went back to the rocker to think.
It was some time before she could collect her thoughts, but when she did, this truth began to take on importance.

She was quite alone.
Suppose Drouet did not come back?
Suppose she should never hear anything more of him?
This fine arrangement of chambers would not last long.

She would have to quit them.
To her credit, be it said, she never once counted on Hurstwood.

She could only approach that subject with a pang of sorrow and regret.

For a truth, she was rather shocked and frightened by this evidence of human depravity.