And though (by daylight) I still detested Mary Leighton, and felt ashamed about Richard, and remembered all Mr.Langenau's words (sweet as well as bitter), everything was let down a great many degrees; from the heights of passion into the plains of commonplace.
My great excitement had worked its own cure, and I was so dull and weary that I did not even want to think of what had passed the night before.
If I had a sentiment that retained any strength, it was that of shame and self-contempt.

I could not think of myself in any way that did not make me blush.

When, however, it came to the moment of facing every one, and going down to breakfast, I began to know I still had some other feelings.
I was the last to go down.

The bell had rung a very long while before I left my room.

I took my seat at the table without looking at any one, though, of course, every one looked at me.