But the gladness passed.

When you asked me to come with you across the garden, I was wanting you to go away." The words hurt him.

They could not but hurt him.

But she was so plainly unconscious of offence, she was so plainly trying to straighten out her own tangled position, that he could feel no anger.
"Why ?" he asked; and again she frankly answered him.
"I was humbled," she replied, "and I have had so much humiliation in my life." The very quietude of her voice and the wistful look upon the young tired face hurt him far more than her words had done.
"Sylvia," he cried, and he drew her toward him.

"Come with me now! My dear, there will be an end of all humiliation.