But morally I am a weakling--you know it.

Do you remember that I once said to you if Desmond fell, I should go with him--or after him ?' She waited a moment before replying, and then said with energy, 'That would be just desertion!--_he_ would tell you so.' Their eyes met, and the passion in hers subdued him.

It was a strange dialogue, as though between two souls bared and stripped of everything but the realities of feeling.
'Would it be?
That might be argued.

But anyway I should have done it--the very night Desmond died--but for you!' 'For me ?' she said, shading her eyes with a hand that trembled.

'No, Mr.Mannering, you could not have done such a thing!--for your honour's sake--for your children's sake.' 'Neither would have restrained me.