I believe you can sympathise with whatever is best in human weakness.

I tell you that I love you--I throw myself upon your generosity.

I beseech you to assist my own sense of right--to think well of me, to honour me--and to leave me!" During the last part of this strange and frank avowal, Valerie's voice had grown inexpressibly touching: her tenderness forced itself into her manner; and when she ceased, her lip quivered; her tears, repressed by a violent effort, trembled in her eyes--her hands were clasped--her attitude was that of humility, not pride.
Maltravers stood perfectly spell-bound.

At length he advanced; dropped on one knee, kissed her hand with an aspect and air of reverential homage, and turned to quit the room in silence; for he would not dare to trust himself to speak.
Valerie gazed at him in anxious alarm.

"O no, no!" she exclaimed, "do not leave me yet; this is our last meeting our last.