He would never forgive her now that she had deliberately concealed the fact; the time for forgiveness was past.

A few words, and all might have been told; it was too late now to utter them.

Proud of her and fond of her as she saw Lord Earle was, there would be no indulgence for her if her secret was discovered.
She would have to leave the magnificent and luxurious home, the splendor that delighted her, the glorious prospects opening to her, and return to the Elms, perhaps never to leave it again.

Ah, no! The secret must be kept! She did not feel much alarmed; many things might happen.

Perhaps the "Seagull" might be lost she thought, without pain or sorrow, of the possible death of the man who loved her as few love.
Even if he returned, he might have forgotten her or never find her.
She did not feel very unhappy or ill at ease--the chances, she thought, were many in her favor.