Still, she spoke to you of her loneliness--her desolation.

I never--it grieves me to say it, but it is true--I never saw sign of such affection towards myself in all the year!..." His voice trembled away into sad, reminiscent introspection.
"Then, sir," I said, "I have been privileged to see more in a few days than you in her whole lifetime!" My words seemed to call him up from himself; and I thought that it was with pleasure as well as surprise that he said: "I had no idea of it.

I thought that she was indifferent to me.

That what seemed like the neglect of her youth was revenging itself on me.
That she was cold of heart....

It is a joy unspeakable to me that her mother's daughter loves me too!" Unconsciously he sank back upon his pillow, lost in memories of the past.
How he must have loved her mother! It was the love of her mother's child, rather than the love of his own daughter, that appealed to him.
My heart went out to him in a great wave of sympathy and kindliness.