"I have done you some injury, sir, in my thoughts," she said, with a noble simplicity.

"I know you better now.
Let me ask your forgiveness; let me take your hand." Those words, and the action which accompanied them, touched him deeply.
He took her hand in silence.

She was the first to speak, the first to set the example of self-control.

It is one of the noble instincts of women that nothing more powerfully rouses them to struggle with their own sorrow than the sight of a man's distress.

She quietly dried her tears; she quietly drew her chair round the table, so as to sit nearer to him when she spoke again.
"I have been sadly broken, Mr.Pendril, by what has happened in this house," she said, "or I should have borne what you have told me better than I have borne it to-day.