And yet the speaking of it seemed to put a distance between them, for her voice was calm and without emotion, as she might have spoken to Jean.
"I lay awake nearly all of the night, thinking," she said.

"It was a terrible thing that we did, and I am sorry--sorry--" In the quickening of her breath he saw how heroically she was fighting to speak steadily to him.
"You can't understand," she resumed, facing him with the steadiness of despair.

"You cannot understand--until you reach Adare House.

And that is what I dread, the hour when you will know what I am, and how terrible it was for me to do what I did last night.

If you were like most other men, I wouldn't care so much.