"You don't look at me! He _has_ told you!" "Read his letter," persisted Arnold.

"In justice to him, if you won't in justice to me." The situation was too painful to be endured.

Arnold looked at her, this time, with a man's resolution in his eyes--spoke to her, this time, with a man's resolution in his voice.

She took the letter.
"I beg your pardon, Sir," she said, with a sudden humiliation of tone and manner, inexpressibly shocking, inexpressibly pitiable to see.

"I understand my position at last.