Between her father and Elfrida she felt herself a complication.

If she could bring herself to consent to her own removal, the situation, she could not help seeing, would be considerably simplified.

She read plainly in her father that the finality Elfrida promised had not yet been given--doubtless an opportunity had not yet occurred; and Janet was willing to concede that the circumstances might require a rather special opportunity.
When it should occur she recognized that delicacy, decency almost, demanded that she should be out of the way.

She shrank miserably from the prospect of being a daily familiar looker-on at the spectacle of Lawrence Cardiff's pain, and she had a knowledge that there would be somehow an aggravation of it in her person.

In a year everything would mend itself more or less, she believed dully and tried to feel.