All the worse! The very fact that he still cared for me shows how bad my influence has been.

I feel that I have wrecked his life, Bertha--and yet I cannot give him my own, to make some poor sort of amends." Bertha was listening with a face that changed from puzzled interest to wondering confusion.
"Good gracious!" she exclaimed when the speaker ceased.

"Is it possible to get into such entanglements of reasoning about what one thinks and feels?
It's beyond me.

Oh they're bringing the tea.

Perhaps a cup of tea will clear my wits." Rosamund at once began to speak of the landscape by Leader, which hung near them, and continued to do so even after the servant had withdrawn.
Her companion was silent, smiling now and then in an absent way.