I've asked myself whether it would be possible for you to find yourself in such a position as mine; and how you would act, how you would speak.

You're my ideal of truth and rightness, Bertha; I've often enough told you that." Bertha moved uncomfortably, her eyes averted.
"Suppose you just tell me what has happened," she added quietly.
"Yes, I will.

I hope you haven't been thinking it was some fault of _his_ ?" "I couldn't help thinking that." "Oh! Put that out of your mind at once.

The fault is altogether mine.
He has done nothing whatever--he is good and true, and all that a man should be.

It's I who am behaving badly; so badly that I feel hot with shame now that I come to tell you.