Yet if she lived she must meet Graydon again, and she now felt that she would live.

The decision she had manifested at the crisis of her life was kindling her nature.

She was conscious of a growing inclination to prove to Graydon that she was neither "weak nor lackadaisical." The reproach of these, his words, haunted her and rankled in her memory.

If she could only make him respect her--if she could only win such a look of admiration as she had seen upon his face when he first recognized Miss Wildmere at the party, it would be a triumph indeed.
Thus a new plan, a new hope, was developed, and became the inspiration of effort.

She listened unweariedly as Mrs.Wayland related how she had turned the tide of her ebbing vitality.