Then Honoria drew herself up and faced her honestly, casting out both hands.
"Yes; I _had_ to." "_You!_ a lady!" "Ah, but be honest with me! Lady or not, what has that to do with it?
We are two women--that's where it all started, and we're kept to that." Lizzie bent her brows.

"Yes, you are right," she admitted.
"And," Honoria pursued eagerly, "if I come here to sue you for the truth--it is you who force me." "I ?" "By what you said that night, when George--when my husband--was drowned; when you cursed me.

'A son's a son,' you said, 'though he was your man.'" "Did I say that ?" Lizzie seemed to muse over the words.

"You have suffered ?" she asked.
"Yes, I have suffered." "Ah, if I thought so! ...

But you have not.