Her old horror of him had been founded on a false belief in things which had not existed, but a feeling which has lasted almost a lifetime has formed for itself an atmosphere from whose influence it is not easy to escape.

And he stood now before her looking as he had always looked when she had felt him to be the finely finished embodiment of evil.

But-- "You are--doing it--for Donal," she faltered.
"You yourself would be doing it for Donal," he answered.
"Yes.

And--I do not matter." "Donal's wife and the mother of Donal's boy or girl matters very much," he gave back to her.

He did not alter the impassive aloofness of his manner, knowing that it was better not to do so.