She was strong to hold to her purpose, to subdue herself, to keep silent.

And this task she set herself, having thought it all carefully out in the little flower-scented verandah, so full of pathetic association.

But it must be remembered that she in no wise seemed to see the pathos in her own life.
She was unconscious of romance.

It was all plain fact, and the plainest was her love for Jack Meredith.
Her daily life was in no perceptible way changed.

Maurice Gordon saw no difference.