If I had said at once what I thought, he would have confessed--would have told me that impatience had made him untrue to himself.

And from that day; oh, this is the worst of all, Bertha--he has adapted himself to what he thinks my lower mind and lower aims; he has consciously debased himself, out of thought for me.

Horrible! Of course he believes in his heart that I was a hypocrite before.

The astonishing thing is that this didn't cause him to turn cold to me.

He must have felt that, but somehow he overcame it.