" And now for the first time Anna turned that glaring light in which she was seeing everything on to her relations with him, which she had hitherto avoided thinking about.

" What was it he sought in me? Not love so much as the satisfaction of vanity.

" She remembered his words, the expression of his face, that recalled an abject setter-dog, in the early days of their connection.

And everything now confirmed this.

" Yes, there was the triumph of success in him.