Alice remained alone for nearly an hour, looking out upon the rough sides and gloomy top of Mount Pilate. No one disturbed her in the churchyard,--no steps were heard along the tombstones,--no voice sounded through the cloisters. She was left in perfect solitude to think of the past, and form her plans of the future. Was she happy, now that the manner of her life to come was thus settled for her; that all further question as to the disposal of herself was taken out of her hands, and that her marriage with a man she loved was so firmly arranged that no further folly of her own could disarrange it? She was happy, though she was slow to confess her happiness to herself. She was happy, and she was resolute in this,--that she would now do all she could to make him happy also. And there must now, she acknowledged, be an end to her pride,--to that pride which had hitherto taught her to think that she could more wisely follow her own guidance than that of any other who might claim to guide her. She knew now that she must follow his guidance. She had found her master, as we sometimes say, and laughed to herself with a little inward laughter as she confessed that it was so. She was from henceforth altogether in his hands. 
Alice remained alone for nearly an hour, looking out upon Mount Pilate. No one disturbed her in the churchyard. She was left in perfect solitude to think of the past, and form her plans of the future. She was happy, though she was slow to confess her happiness to herself. She was resolute that she would now do all she could to make him happy also.
And there must now, she acknowledged, be an end to her pride: to that pride which had made her think that she could more wisely follow her own guidance than that of any others. Now she must follow his guidance. She had found her master, and she laughed to herself a little as she confessed that it was so. 