"Pray, pray don't scold me; I couldn't bear you to be defeated, Charles." Sir Charles raised her, but did not kiss her.
"You think only of me," said he, rather sadly.

"It is a sorry victory, too dearly bought." Then she began to cry.
Sir Charles begged her not to cry; but still he did not kiss her, nor conceal his mortification: he hardly spoke to her for several days.
She accepted her disgrace pensively and patiently.

She thought it all over, and felt her husband was right, and loved her like a man.

But she thought, also, that she was not very wrong to love him in her way.
Wrong or not, she felt she could not sit idle and see his enemy defeat him.
The coolness died away by degrees, with so much humility on one side and so much love on both: but the subject was interdicted forever.
A week after the trial Lady Bassett wrote to Mrs.Marsh, under cover to Mr.Oldfield, and told her how the trial had gone, and, with many expressions of gratitude, invited her and her husband to Huntercombe Hall.

She told Sir Charles what she had done, and he wore a very strange look.