Lizzie stepped aside to let him pass out.
"Now," said Honoria, "the next room is best, I think.

Lead me there, and I will listen." "You may go if you like." "No; I will listen.

Between us two there is--there is--" "_That_." Lizzie nodded towards the child huddling low in the bed.
"That, and much more.

We cannot stop at the point you've reached.
Besides, I have a question to ask." Lizzie passed before her into the front room, lit two candles and drew down the blind.
"Ask it," she said.
"How did you know that I believed the other--Mr.Raymond--to be--" She came to a halt.
"I guessed." "What?
From the beginning ?" "No; it was after a long while.

And then, all of a sudden, something seemed to make me clever." "Did you know that, believing it, I had done him a great wrong-- injured his life beyond repair ?" "I knew something had happened: that he'd given up being a gentleman and taken to builder's work.