In saying that love, and love alone, brought you back, you are admitting, are you not, that you were talking wildly about loss of pride and honour?
You did the loveliest thing you have ever done when you came back.

If I were you, my character would be ruined from this hour--I should feel so proud of myself." She smiled at that, and fondled his hand.

"If you think so," she said, "all is well." But he would not leave it thus.

"You must think so also," he insisted; and when she still shook her head, "Then I am proud of your love no longer," said he, doggedly.

"How proud of it I have been! A man cannot love a woman without reverencing her, without being touched to the quick a score of times a day by the revelations she gives of herself--revelations of such beauty and purity that he is abashed in her presence.