Vain regrets and futile longings--she would have none of them.
She had chosen her lot, she would abide by the choice.

Yes, and she would do her duty also, whatever it might entail.

Ralph should never know, never dimly suspect.

And that other--he would never know either.
His had been but a passing fancy.

He trod the way of ambition, and there was no room in his life for anything besides.