"Do you see guilt there ?" she asked.
Mr.Troy made no answer.

In the melancholy experience of humanity to which his profession condemned him, he had seen conscious guilt assume the face of innocence, and helpless innocence admit the disguise of guilt: the keenest observation, in either case, failing completely to detect the truth.

Lady Lydiard misinterpreted his silence as expressing the sullen self-assertion of a heartless man.

She turned from him, in contempt, and held out her hand to Isabel.
"Mr.Troy is not satisfied yet," she said bitterly.

"My love, take my hand, and look me in the face as your equal; I know no difference of rank at such a time as this.