As she and Adelaide went toward her carriage, Ross followed.

Walking beside Adelaide, he began to protest in a low tone and with passionate appeal against the verdict he could not but read in her face.

"It isn't fair, it isn't just!" he pleaded.
"Adelaide, hear me! Don't misjudge me.

You know what your--your good opinion means to me." She took her mother's arm, and so drew farther away from him.
"Forgive me," he begged.

"Janet put me out of my mind.