Had he come forward like a brother, all might have been well.
But it was too late now for Sir Hugh Clavering to remedy the evil he had done, and he should be made to understand that Lady Ongar would not become a suppliant to him for mercy.

She was striving to think how "rich she was in horses, how rich in broidered garments, and in gold," as she sat solitary over her breakfast; but her mind would run off to other things, cumbering itself with unnecessary miseries and useless indignation.

Had she not her price in her hand?
Would she see the steward that morning?
No, not that morning.

Things outside could go on for a while in their course as heretofore.

She feared to seem to take possession with pride, and then there was that conviction that it would be well to husband her resources.