When he did not , she could not believe it . She waited on the porch for him , not knowing whether she were more angry or miserable . She would not go back into the room . Vivienne LeMar had stopped singing . She could hear a low murmur of voices . When she had waited there an hour , she went in and upstairs to her room with ostentatious footsteps . She was too angry to cry or to realize what had happened , and still kept hoping all sorts of impossible things as she sat by her window . It was ten o'clock when Spencer went away and Vivienne LeMar passed up the hall to her room . Estella clenched her hands in an access of helpless rage . She was very angry , but under her fury was a horrible ache of pain . It could not be only three hours since she had been so happy ! It must be more than that ! What had happened ? Had she made a fool of herself ? Ought she to have behaved in any other way ? Perhaps Spencer had come out to look for her after she had gone upstairs and , not finding her , had gone back to Miss LeMar to show her he was angry . This poor hope was a small comfort . She wished she had not acted as she had . It looked spiteful and jealous , and Spencer did not like people who were spiteful and jealous . She would show him she was sorry when he came back , and it would be all right .
She lay awake most of the night , thinking out plausible reasons and excuses for XXXXX 's behaviour , and trying to convince herself that she had exaggerated everything absurdly .
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