No matter! The situation is in my hands.

Whether I succeed or fail, she will be forced to work with me, to consult with me--she will owe me gratitude.

What made her consent ?--she must have felt it in some sort a humiliation.

Is it that Raeburn has been driving her to strong measures--that she wants, woman-like, to win, and thought me after all her best chance, and put her pride in her pocket?
Or is it ?--ah! one should put _that_ out of one's head.

It's like wine--it unsteadies one.
And for a thing like this one must go into training.