And this Mr.Radnor's comrade's manner of it, was winning: a not too self-justifying tone; not void of feeling for the elder woman; with a manly eulogy of the younger, who had flung away the world for him and borne him their one dear child.

Victor took the blame wholly upon himself.

'It is right that you should know,' he said to the doctor's thoughtful posture; and he stressed the blame; and a flame shot across his eyeballs.

He brought home to his hearer the hurricane of a man he was in the passion: indicating the subjection of such a temperament as this Victor Radnor's to trials of the moral restraints beyond his human power.
Dr.Themison said: 'Would you--we postpone that as long as we can: but supposing the poor lady... ?' Victor broke in: 'I see her wish: I will.' The clash of his answer rang beside Dr.Themison's faltering query.
We are grateful when spared the conclusion of a sentence born to stammer.

If for that only, the doctor pressed Victor's hand warmly.
'I may, then, convey some form of assurance, that a request of the kind will be granted ?' he said.
'She has but to call me to her,' said Victor, stiffening his back..