She challenged herself to sit in a jury upon Love, and found herself disqualified.
The discovery had no remarkable effect upon Janet.

She sometimes wasted an hour, pen in hand, in inconsequent reverie, and worked till midnight to make up; and she took a great liking for impersonal conversations with Miss Halifax about Kendal's pictures, methods and meanings.
She found dining in Royal Geographical circles less of a bore than usual, and deliberately laid herself out to talk well.

She looked in the glass sometimes at a little vertical line that seemed to be coming at the corners of her mouth, and wondered whether at twenty-four one might expect the first indication of approaching old-maidenhood.
When she was paler than usual she reflected that the season was taking a good deal out of her.

She was bravely and rigidly commonplace with Kendal, who told her that she ought to drop it and go out of town--she was not looking well.

She drew closer to her father, and at the same time armed her secret against him at all points.
Janet would have had any one know rather than he.