You have no family pride.

If you had married a squaw, we shouldn't have been surprised.

You could have camped in the grounds with your wild woman, and never have been missed--by the world," she hastened to add, for she saw a sudden pain in his face.
He turned from them all a little wearily, and limped over to the window.
He stood looking out into the limes where he and Frank had played when boys.

He put his finger up, his unhandsome finger, and caught away some moisture from his eyes.

He did not dare to let them see his face, nor yet to speak.