Did he make friends--true friends?
In London--was there one she knew who would cleave to him for love of him?
In England--had she ever seen one?
In Hamley, where his people had been for so many generations, had she found one?
Herself?
Yes, she was his true friend.

She would do what would she not do to help him, to serve his interests?
What had she not done since she married Her fortune, it was his; her every waking hour had been filled with something devised to help him on his way.

Had he ever said to her: "Hylda, you are a help to me"?
He had admired her--but was he singular in that?
Before she married there were many--since, there had been many--who had shown, some with tact and carefulness, others with a crudeness making her shudder, that they admired her; and, if they might, would have given their admiration another name with other manifestations.

Had she repelled it all?
She had been too sure of herself to draw her skirts about her; she was too proud to let any man put her at any disadvantage.

She had been safe, because her heart had been untouched.