And even in her folly she had irretrievably failed.

She had made her choice, and yet she had not been able to keep the thing she had chosen.

George had tired of her--here was the sharpest sting--a man had tired of her after a few months--had tired of her while she was still deeply in love with him.

Her humiliation, while she sat there strangling her sobs, was so intense that it ran in little flames over her body.

At the moment she was not angry with George, she was not even angry with Florrie.