At one moment she was horrified at this indifference, at another she rejoiced at what had brought her to this indifference.
She could not frame a thought, not a wish apart from life with this man; but this new life was not yet, and she could not even picture it clearly to herself.
There was only anticipation, the dread and joy of the new and the unknown.
And now behold--anticipation and uncertainty and remorse at the abandonment of the old life--all was ending, and the new was beginning.
This new life could not but have terrors for her inexperience; but, terrible or not, the change had been wrought six weeks before in her soul, and this was merely the final sanction of what had long been completed in her heart.