Then Mrs.Ormonde said, very quietly: 'You have told Mr.Grail of this intention ?' 'Yes.' 'It has never occurred to you that the great wrongs this man has suffered might yet be repaired, perchance, if you were willing to let them be ?' 'I have suffered on his account more than I can say.

But it is certain that he and Thyrza would never marry after this.' 'I see no such certainty.' 'Then it merely comes to this, that he and I love the same woman, and must abide by her decision.' 'The library ?' 'Gone.

I can give no thought to it, for I am suffering a greater lose.
Be human! Be honest! Would you not despise me if, loving her as I do, I came to you and puled about the overthrow of my schemes for founding a public library?
Let it go! Let the people rust and rot in ignorance! I am a man of flesh and blood, and the one woman that the world contains is lost to me!' Mrs.Ormonde seemed to think long over this passionate outcry.

Egremont broke the silence.
'Once more, be human! She writes to her sister that she has been ill, but is now taken care of by friends.

What friends?
You are not ignorant of the world.