"In a case that involves so much, she wants a wise and good defender; and I do not know of any man upon whom she could so thoroughly rely." Constance dropped her eyes to the floor.
"It would not do," she said, after some moments.
"Why ?" "Their former relation to each other precludes its possibility." "But, you must remember, Constance, that Delia never knew how deeply he was once attached to her." "She knows that he offered himself." "And that, in a very short time afterwards, he met her with as much apparent indifference as if she had never been to him more than a pleasant acquaintance.

Of the struggle through which he passed, in the work of obliterating her image from his mind, she knows nothing." "But he knows it," objected Constance.
"And what does that signify?
Will he defend her less skillfully on this account?
Rather will he not feel a stronger interest in the case ?" "I do not think that she will employ him to defend her," said Constance.
"I would not, were the case mine." "Womanly pride spoke there, Constance." "Or rather say a manly lack of perception in your case." "Perception of what ?" "Of the fitness of things," she answered.
"That is just what I do see," I returned.

"There is no man in S----better fitted for conducting this case than Mr.Wallingford." "She will never place it in his hands; you may take a woman's word for that," said my wife confidently.

"Of all living men he is the last one to whom she could talk of the humiliating particulars involved in a case like this." "Suppose you suggest his name to her.

Twelve years of such a life as she has led may have almost obliterated the memory of that passage in her life." "Don't believe it.