It was something to have got her to her feet.
"Surely," he said, like one puzzled as well as pained by her obtuseness, "you see clearly that it must be so.

True love, as I conceive it, must be something passing all knowledge, irresistible; something not to be resented for its power, but worshipped for it; something not to fight against, but to glory in.

And such is your love; but you give the proof of it with shame, because your ideal of love is a humdrum sort of affection.

That is all you would like to feel, Grizel, and because you feel something deeper and nobler you say you have lost your self-respect.

I am the man who has taken it from you.