But there was a curious sense of lost bloom, lost dignity, combined with an odd wish that Mr.Wharton were not going away for the day.

In the end, however, she left her mother undisturbed.
By the time they were half way to the village, Marcella's uncomfortable feelings had all passed away.

Without knowing it, she was becoming too much absorbed in her companion to be self-critical, so long as they were together.

It seemed to her, however, before they had gone more than a few hundred yards that he was taking advantage--presuming on what had happened.

He offended her taste, her pride, her dignity, in a hundred ways, she discovered.