I felt sometimes I had no right to demand----" "The sacrifice is hers," says he shortly, gloomily.
His eyes are bent upon the ground.
"Hers! That little upst---- that poor unsophisticated child! My dear Maurice, why run away with things?
Of course she was charmed, enchanted, _flattered_, in that you admired her so much as to ask her to be your wife." "She was not," says Maurice flatly.
"Exactly what I should have expected from such a----" Lady Rylton checks herself in her fury.

"From such an innocent creature," substitutes she.

"But for all that, I shall consider how great is the sacrifice you have made, Maurice--how you have given up the happiness of your life to preserve the old name." "I am beginning to get tired of the old name," says Maurice slowly.
"Its nobility seems to me to be on the decline." "Oh, not now," says Lady Rylton, who does not understand him, who could not, if she tried, fathom the depths of self-contempt that he endures, when he thinks of this evening's work, of his permitting this child to marry him, and give him her wealth--for nothing--nothing! What _can_ he give her in return?
An old name.

She had not seemed to care for that--to know the importance of it.

"Now it will rise again, and at all events, Maurice, you have saved the old home!" "True!" says he.