He must have society, and he had put her in this awful position, the bitterness of which he would not see.

And again, it was his fault that she was forever separated from her son.

Even the rare moments of tenderness that came from time to time did not soothe her; in his tenderness now she saw a shade of complacency, of self-confidence, which had not been of old, and which exasperated her.

It was dusk.

Anna was alone, and waiting for him to come back from a bachelor dinner.