After all, character took one further than intellectual subtlety.
Agatha blushed as she admitted that had she wanted a lover she might have been satisfied with a man of Thirlwell's type; but she did not want a lover.

She had inherited a duty and must concentrate on finding the silver vein; the task in a manner set her apart from other women, who could follow their bent.

Sometimes she envied them their freedom and gave way to bitterness, but her austere sense of duty returned.

It was strong just now, but the picture of Thirlwell sitting opposite by the fire had a happy domestic touch that made her dissatisfied.
Then she remembered that if she found the vein she would be rich.

So far, she had not dwelt much on this, because it was not a longing for money that animated her.