She asked herself the question, and did not answer it; but still she felt that it might not be so. She had no right to such happiness after the evil that she had done. She had been driven by a frenzy to do that which she herself could not pardon; and having done it, she could not bring herself to accept the position which should have been the reward of good conduct. She could not analyse the causes which made her feel that she must still refuse the love that was proffered to her; she could not clearly read her own thoughts; but the causes were as I have said, and such was the true reading of her thoughts. Had she simply refused his hand after she had once accepted it,--had she refused it, and then again changed her mind, she could have brought herself to ask him to forgive her. But she had done so much more than this, and so much worse! She had affianced herself to another man since she had belonged to him,--since she had been his, as his future wife. What must he not think of her, and what not suspect? Then she remembered those interviews which she had had with her cousin since she had written to him, accepting his offer. When he had been with her in Queen Anne Street she had shrunk from all outward signs of a love which she did not feel. 
She asked herself the question, and did not answer it; but she felt she had no right to such happiness after the evil that she had done. She had been driven by a frenzy to do something which she herself could not pardon; and she could not bring herself to accept a reward. If she had simply refused his hand, she could have brought herself to ask him to forgive her. But she had done so much more than this, and so much worse! She had affianced herself to another man. What must he not think of her, and what not suspect?
Then she remembered those interviews with George Vavasor in Queen Anne Street. She had shrunk from him. 