And besides, it was difficult to believe that any man could have loved two women, as, Christian knew and felt, Dr.Grey now loved herself.
But she asked hint no questions; she felt not the slightest curiosity about that, or about any thing.

She was like a person in a state of moral catalepsy, to whom, for the time being, every feeling, pleasant or painful, seems dulled and dead.
Dr.Grey said no more, and what he had said was evidently with great effort.

He appeared glad to go back into ordinary talk, showing her what he had done in the room to make it pretty and pleasant for his bride, and smiling over her childish delight to see again her maiden treasures, with which she had parted so mournfully.
"You could not think I meant you really to part with them, Christian ?" said he.

"I fancied you had found out my harmless deceit long ago.
But you are such an innocent baby, my child--as clear as crystal, and as true as steel." "Oh no, no!" she cried, as he went out of the room--a cry that was almost a sob, and might have called him back again--but he was gone, and the moment had passed by.

With it passed the slight quivering and softening which had been visible in her face, and she sunk again into the impassive calm which made Christian Grey so totally different, from Christian Oakley.
She rose up, took off her bonnet and shawl, and arranged her hair, looking into the mirror with eyes that evidently saw nothing.