There was no comparison between the man's case and the woman's.

He had not sunk into that serene apathy which is nine-tenths of a woman's virtue.

He was not an invalid--neither was he a saint.

It is not necessary to be a saint in order to be a martyr; poor devils have their martyrdom.

Why could not women realize these simple facts?
Why would they persist in believing the impossible?
His face was very red when he turned round and answered.