No! He was too brave for that.

He would never have left me in that way--to my despair.
But it was my fault that made him angry--no, not angry; he was never that with me, or never showed it.

But I had behaved with such utter selfishness----' Her misery refused to word itself.

She sank down upon a chair and sobbed and moaned.
'Your grief exaggerates every little fault,' said Harvey.
'No--you must hear it all--then perhaps I can hide my shame from strangers.

What use would it be if they knew?
It alters nothing--it's only in my own heart.