And in this reflection her pride in him increased, and she thanked God for a lover who in all things was a giant among men.
But Sir John Killigrew did not die.

He hovered between this world and a better one for some seven days, at the end of which he began to recover.
By October he was abroad again, gaunt and pale, reduced to half the bulk that had been his before, a mere shadow of a man.
One of his first visits was to Godolphin Court.

He went to remonstrate with Rosamund upon her betrothal, and he did so at the request of her brother.

But his remonstrances were strangely lacking in the force that she had looked for.
The odd fact is that in his near approach to death, and with his earthly interest dwindling, Sir John had looked matters frankly in the face, and had been driven to the conclusion--a conclusion impossible to him in normal health--that he had got no more than he deserved.

He realized that he had acted unworthily, if unconscious at the time of the unworthiness of what he did; that the weapons with which he had fought Sir Oliver were not the weapons that become a Gentleman or in which there is credit to be won.