When one once acknowledges that she was not a common woman, then all this
is easily understood. She was abominable but she was not common. She
had suffered in her life not from its constant inferiority but from
constant self-repression. A common woman finding herself placed in a
commanding position might have formed the design to become the second
Mrs. de Barral. Which would have been impracticable. De Barral would
not have known what to do with a wife. But even if by some impossible
chance he had made advances, this governess would have repulsed him with
scorn. She had treated him always as an inferior being with an assured,
distant politeness. In her composed, schooled manner she despised and
disliked both father and daughter exceedingly. I have a notion that she
had always disliked intensely all her charges including the two ducal (if
they were ducal) little girls with whom she had dazzled de Barral. What
an odious, ungratified existence it must have been for a woman as avid of
all the sensuous emotions which life can give as most of her betters.

She had seen her youth vanish, her freshness disappear, her hopes die,
and now she felt her flaming middle-age slipping away from her. No
wonder that with her admirably dressed, abundant hair, thickly sprinkled
with white threads and adding to her elegant aspect the piquant
distinction of a powdered coiffure--no wonder, I say, that she clung
desperately to her last infatuation for that graceless young scamp, even
to the extent of hatching for him that amazing plot. He was not so far
gone in degradation as to make him utterly hopeless for such an attempt.
She hoped to keep him straight with that enormous bribe. She was clearly
a woman uncommon enough to live without illusions--which, of course, does
not mean that she was reasonable. She had said to herself, perhaps with
a fury of self-contempt "In a few years I shall be too old for anybody.
Meantime I shall have him--and I shall hold him by throwing to him the