Her threat, when he debated it intelligently, was merely thrown in, possibly on the spur of the moment, to give impetus to his decision.

She had not meant it.

The idea of a girl like Mary Standish committing suicide was stupendously impossible.
Her quiet and wonderful eyes, her beauty and the exquisite care which she gave to herself emphasized the absurdity of such a supposition.

She had come to him bravely.

There was no doubt of that.