She would never let herself want him.

She would merely see.
"But what has happened ?" she said.
"Nothing--it's all in myself--it only comes out just now.

We're always like this towards Easter-time." He grovelled so helplessly, she pitied him.

At least she never floundered in such a pitiable way.

After all, it was he who was chiefly humiliated.
"What do you want ?" she asked him.
"Why--I mustn't come often--that's all.