All I've wanted was to make her as happy as such a poor, little, piteous creature could be, and to teach myself never to mind anything that she might say or do.
But Ivor--to be disappointed in him, to be made miserable by him! I didn't know it was possible to suffer as I suffered that day he went off and left me standing in the railway-station.

I didn't dream then of going to Paris.

If anybody had told me I would go, I should have said, "No, no, I will not." And yet I did.

I allowed myself to be persuaded.

I tried to make myself think that it was to please Aunt Lilian; but down underneath I knew all the time it wasn't that, really.