In the instant when their eyes met, the tumult of emotions struggling in him became suddenly stilled.

Sorrow for her--compassionating sorrow--rose in the new calm and filled his heart.
Now, and now only, he could read in the wasted and noble face how she had suffered.

The pity which he had felt for the unnamed woman grew to a tenfold pity for _her_.

The faith which he professed--honestly professed--in the better nature of the unnamed woman strengthened into a tenfold faith in _her_.

He addressed himself again to his aunt, in a gentler tone.