This was a terrible revelation.

He had a man's view of such conduct.

He almost shrank from her, though she stood there as inviting and innocent a specimen of girlhood as the eye could wish to see.

She did not look dishonourable.
"Do you realise what that means ?" he asked in a cold, hard tone.
"Oh, come, don't put on that look and don't talk like John the Evangelist," she retorted.

"I did it, not out of curiosity, and not to do any one harm, but to do her good--his wife." "It was dishonourable--wicked and dishonourable." "If you talk like that, Mr.Piety, I'm off," she rejoined, and she started away.
"Wait--wait," he said, laying firm fingers on her arm.