Her morbidly acute fancy recalled the ballroom.

She saw him again after his return, encircling the fair girl with his arm, and looking down into her eyes with a meaning unmistakable.

Oh, why had she gone to that fatal party! The past, in contrast to the present and the promise of the future, seemed happiness itself.
What could she do?
What should she do?
The more she thought of it the more unendurable her position appeared.

In her vivid self-consciousness the old relations could not continue.

Heretofore his caresses had been a matter of course, of habit.