Think of Marion.

Think of our position." She hid her troubled, tear-stained face behind her handkerchief.

At the same time she grasped her husband's hand.

She knew that he was right.
She honoured him in her heart for the position he had taken, but she could not resist the natural impulse of a woman where her taste and convention were shocked.
The old man was very pale, but there was no mistaking his determination.
He had been more indignant than any of them, at first, but he had an unusual sense of justice when he got face to face with it, as Richard had here helped him to do.

"We do not know that the woman has done any wrong," he said.