"A thief!" It was no use; he could not allow her to think he meant a thief in the vulgar, common sense, though that was what he was: just a common criminal.
"I have stolen the kind thoughts and love of people to whom I gave nothing in return," he said steadily.

"There is nothing good in me.
I used to think I was good-natured; but I was not, or I wouldn't have brought misery to a girl like you." His truth broke down the barriers of her anger and despair.

Something welled up in her heart: it may have been love, it may have been inherent womanliness.
"Why did you marry Christine ?" she asked.
All at once he saw that she never could quite understand.

Her stand-point would still, in the end, be the stand-point of a woman.

He saw that she would have forgiven him, even had he not loved her, if he had not married Christine.