No; she was perhaps prouder than ever, as she left her old home.

There was a humility in her cheap dress, in her large straw bonnet coming far over her face, in her dark gloves and little simple collar; nay, there was a humility in her altered voice, and somewhat chastened mien; but the spirit of the woman was wholly unbroken.

She had even a pride in her very position, in her close and dear tie with the convicted prisoner.

She was his for better and for worse; she would now show him what was her idea of the vow she had made.

To the men who came to ticket and number the furniture, to the tradesmen's messengers who called for money, to the various workmen with whom the house was then invaded, she was humble enough; but had Mrs.
Val come across her with pity, or the Miss Neverbends with their sententious twaddlings, she would have been prouder than ever.
Fallen indeed! She had had no fall; nor had he; he was still a man, with a greater aggregate of good in him than falls to the average lot of mortals.