She was, however, conscious that he would not have been so kind to any girl he happened to meet.

"He admires me," thought Eliza to herself.

For all that, she was not satisfied with the encounter.

She felt that she had not played her part well; she had been too--had been too--she did not know what.

She thought if she had held her head higher and shown herself less thankful--yes, there had been something amiss in her behaviour that ought to be corrected.