One languid day was the parent of another, it was so much easier to dawdle than to act.

Thus she had lost her opportunity.

If he had won health, even Graydon said it would have brought her beauty.

She might have secured his admiration, respect, and even love, instead of his pity.

What could be more absurd than to imagine that he could give aught else to one like herself?
"Oh, what a blind fool I have been!" she moaned--"blind to the wants of my own heart, blind to the truth that a man needs a strong, genial companion, and not a dependent shadow." Graydon's sudden departure took from her project many obstacles and embarrassments.