For, from the day when she had waked to a comprehension of her husband's baseness, the love for her child had taken in her breast the place of the love for Walter.
She did not think connectedly; she did not realise her fears; she was almost wholly unstrung.

But she had procured the fifty pounds her husband required and she waited for the night with a dull hope that all might yet be well--as well as anything so horrible could be.

If only her husband were not caught in Billingsfield it would not be so bad, perhaps.

And yet it may be that her wisest course would have been to betray him that very night.

Many just men would have said so; but there are few women who would do it.