What odd ideas women managed to get into their heads about one another! Janet thought Elfrida would refuse her overtures if she made them.
How little she knew Elfrida--his just, candid, generous Elfrida! Janet flung herself upon her bed and faced the situation, dry-eyed, with burning cheeks.

She could always face a situation when it admitted the possibility of anything being done, when there was a chance for resolution and action.

Practical difficulties nerved her; it was only before the blankness of a problem of pure abstractness that she quailed--such a problem as the complication of her relation to John Kendal and to Elfrida Bell.

She had shrunk from that for months, had put it away habitually in the furthest corner of her consciousness, and had done her best to make it stay there.

She discovered how sore its fret had been only with the relief she felt when she simplified it at a stroke that afternoon on which everything came to an end between her and Elfrida.