Harry had been offended to the quick, and had called her a jilt; but yet it might be possible that he would return to her.
It should not be supposed that since her return to England she had had one settled, definite object before her eyes with regard to this renewal of her love.

There had been times in which she had thought that she would go on with the life which she had prepared for herself, and that she would make herself contented, if not happy, with the price which had been paid to her.

And there were other times, in which her spirits sank low within her, and she told herself that no contentment was longer possible to her.

She looked at herself in the glass, and found herself to be old and haggard.

Harry, she said, was the last man in the world to sell himself for wealth, when there was no love remaining.