She was worldly wise, and she did not disdain to use her wisdom.

And when he had gone she got calmly into bed, and slept--not all at once, it is true, but as resolutely as she had laughed and talked.

It was only when she woke in the morning that she found her pillow wet with tears.
It was a few days later that Louise took Peter to church.

His ignorance of her religion greatly amused her, or so at least she pretended, and when he asked her to come out of town to lunch one morning, and she refused because it was Corpus Christi, and she wanted to go to the sung Mass, it was he who suggested that he should go with her.

She looked at him queerly a moment, and then agreed.