An hour's insight into the true depths of a man's character--yes, even a moment's--perfectly suffices to show the truth.

You've just drawn the veil aside, Wally, for me, and let me look at the true picture.

All that I've known and thought of you, so far, has been sham and illusion.
Now, I _know_ you!" "You--you don't, Catherine!" he exclaimed, half in anger, half contrition, terrified at last by the imminent break between them, by the thought of losing this rich flower from the garden of womanhood, this splendid financial and social prize.

"I--I've done wrong, Kate.

I admit it.