And as he looked at her a cold and subtle pang went through him, a curious abominable sensation, mingled with a sort of spiritual pain.

He dared not give a name to the one feeling, but the other he easily recognized as self-reproach.

He had known it once or twice before.
He stooped over her and kissed her.

"Why are you sitting up here and crying, all by your little self ?" She shook her head.
"What are you crying about?
You didn't suppose I was angry with you ?" "No.

I wouldn't have cried if you had been angry.