"
"Indeed, Marian, it was too much for you to lose your rest all night,
and then have to get up early to go to school. You should have had a
good sleep this morning. And then to be detained so late this evening.
Did you have to keep any of the girls in, or was it a visit from the
trustees that detained you?"
"Neither," said Marian, nervously, "but I think I must take Jenny's
advice and go to bed."
CHAPTER XVIII.
THAT NIGHT.
From that miserable night, Marian saw no more of Thurston, except
occasionally at church, when he came at irregular intervals, and
maintained the same coolness and distance of manner toward her, and with
matchless self-command, too, since often his heart yearned toward her
with almost irresistible force.
Cold and calm as was his exterior, he was suffering not less than
Marian; self-tossed with passion, the strong currents and
counter-currents of his soul whirled as a moral maelstrom, in which
both reason and conscience threatened to be engulfed.
And in these mental conflicts judgment and understanding were often
obscured and bewildered, and the very boundaries of right and wrong
lost.
His appreciation of Marian wavered with his moods.
When very angry he would mentally denounce her as a cold, prudent,
calculating woman, who had entrapped him into a secret marriage, and
having secured his hand, would now risk nothing for his love, and
himself as a weak, fond fool, the tool of the beautiful, proud diplomat,
whom it would be justifiable to circumvent, to defeat, and to humble in
some way.
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