She was throbbing with rage and contempt at herself, at the remembrance that she, in her ignorance, her ridiculous ignorance, had insulted this man--this noble gentleman, who owned all these things--and had taunted him with taking her for her uncle's wealth.
How he must have loved her in the beginning to have been willing to give her all this, after seeing her for only one night.

She writhed with anguish.

There is no bitterness as great as the bitterness of loss caused by oneself.
Tristram was standing by the window of the delicious boudoir when she went in.

Zara, who as yet knew very little of English things, admired the Adam style; and when Mrs.Anglin left them discreetly for a moment, she told him so, timidly, for something to say.
"Yes, it is rather nice," he said stiffly, and then went on: "We shall have to go down now to this fearful lunch, but you had better take your sable boa with you.

The great hall is so enormous and all of stone, it may be cold.