His advice had perhaps helped the matter; she had at any rate before leaving San Remo grown used to feeling rich.

The consciousness in question found a proper place in rather a dense little group of ideas that she had about herself, and often it was by no means the least agreeable.

It took perpetually for granted a thousand good intentions.

She lost herself in a maze of visions; the fine things to be done by a rich, independent, generous girl who took a large human view of occasions and obligations were sublime in the mass.

Her fortune therefore became to her mind a part of her better self; it gave her importance, gave her even, to her own imagination, a certain ideal beauty.