The girl's sense of her unworthiness, the love she had given so unstintingly to Harry Wethermill, the deep pride she had felt in the delusion that he loved her too, had in it an irony too bitter.

But he was aroused to anger against the man.
"Go on, mademoiselle," he said.

But in spite of himself his voice trembled.
"So I arranged with him that we should meet on Wednesday, as Mr.
Ricardo heard." "You told him that you would 'want him' on Wednesday," said the Judge quoting Mr.Ricardo's words.
"Yes," replied Celia.

"I meant that the last word of all these deceptions would have been spoken.

I should be free to hear what he had to say to me.