The situation was rich in humiliations for poor, vain, foolishly crafty Diana, and these humiliations were daily rendered more bitter by Sir Rowland's unwavering courtship of her cousin in despite of all that she could do.
In the end the poison of them entered her soul, corroded her sentiments towards him, dissolved the love she had borne him, and transformed it into venom.

She would not have him now if he did penitence for his disaffection by going in sackcloth and crawling after her on his knees for a full twelvemonth.

But neither should he have Ruth if she could thwart his purpose.

On that she was resolved.
Had she but guessed that he watched them from the windows, waiting for her to take her departure, she had lingered all the morning, and all the afternoon if need be, at Ruth's side.

But being ignorant of the circumstance--believing that he had already left the house--she presently quitted Ruth to go indoors, and no sooner was she gone than there was Blake replacing her at Ruth's elbow.