"Cannot possibly last,--Emily ?" The wrench and shock were so unnatural that they reached that part of his being where human feeling was buried under selfishness and inhuman conventionality.

He spoke, and actually thought, of Emily first.
Lady Maria continued to weep shamelessly.
"I am over seventy," she said, "and the last three days have punished me quite enough for anything I may have done since I was born.

I have been in hell, too, James.

And, when she could think at all, she has only thought of you and your miserable child.

I can't imagine what is the matter with a woman when she can care for a man to such an extent.