Then when she understood that he was giving her her liberty she went stiff all over, her hand resting on the edge of the table, her face set like a carving of white marble.

It was all over.

It was as that abominable governess had said.

She was insignificant, contemptible.

Nobody could love her.
Humiliation clung to her like a cold shroud--never to be shaken off, unwarmed by this madness of generosity.
"Yes.