I am calm." It was calmness that made her tremble as she had not done before, with a strange suspicion of the truth flashing on her.

That she, casing herself in her pride, her conscious righteousness, hugging her new-found philanthropy close, had sunk to a depth of niggardly selfishness, of which this man knew nothing.

Nobler than she; half angry as she felt that, sitting at his feet, looking up.

He knew it, too; the grave judging voice told it; he had taken his rightful place.
Just, as only a man can be, in his judgment of himself and her: her love that she had prided herself with, seemed weak and drifting, brought into contact with this cool integrity of meaning.

I think she was glad to be humbled before him.