It was enough, however, to make him repent that he should have done anything to produce discomfort; for he attributed her manner entirely to what he had said.

But Grace's manner had not its cause either in his sayings or in his doings.

She had not heard a single word of his regrets.

Something even nearer home than her husband's blighted prospects--if blighted they were--was the origin of her mood, a mood that was the mere continuation of what her father had noticed when he would have preferred a passionate jealousy in her, as the more natural.
She had made a discovery--one which to a girl of honest nature was almost appalling.

She had looked into her heart, and found that her early interest in Giles Winterborne had become revitalized into luxuriant growth by her widening perceptions of what was great and little in life.