She was on a lower plateau of honour, and therefore she must be--not forgiven--that was too banal; but she must be accepted as she was.

And, after all, there could be no more deception; for opportunity and occasion no longer existed.

He would go and speak to her now.
At that moment he was aware that she had caught sight of him, and that she was startled.

She had not known of his return to England, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by confusion.

The words of the letter he had written her when she had thrown him over rushed through her brain now, and hurt her as much as they did the first day they had been received.
She became a little pale, and turned as though to find some other egress from the shop.