What would you do in my case ?" Emilia replied, "Forgive him; and I should think no more of it." "Yes.

It would be right; and, presuming him to have the vice, I could be of immense service to him, if at least he does not lie habitually.

But this is a description of treachery, you know." "Oh!" cried Emilia, "what kind of treachery is that, if he only will keep his heart open for me to give all mine to it!" She stood clutching her hands in the half-sobbing ecstasy which signalises a spiritual exaltation built on disquiet.

She had shown small emotion hitherto.

The sight of it was like the sight of a mighty hostile power to Lady Charlotte--a power that moved her--that challenged, and irritated, and subdued her.