I would never respect myself--or you--again if I let you make me faithless to Henry now.

It is cruel sorrow, but we cannot think of ourselves; you know, we used too lightly for our own ends what should have been an awfully sacred tie.

Do you remember, Sabine, we swore to God to love and be faithful forever--not meaning a word we said--and now we are punished--" A great sob shook his deep voice.
"Darling child--I love you madly, madly, Sabine--dear little one--but you and I are just driftwood, floating down the tide--not like Henry, who is a splendid fellow of great use to England.

It is impossible that his whole life should be ruined and sacrificed for our selfishness.
Darling--" and he paused and drew her to him again fondly.

"It is our own fault.