"I'm not worth it.

I am sorry you should be so distressed.

I wish--for your sake, now--that you had not come in.

Hadn't you better go now ?" Celia rose; her cheeks were wet, her lips were quivering.
"What--what will you do ?" she asked, fighting with a sob.
He met her eyes moodily.

Celia held her breath; then, with a sudden tightening of the lips, a flash of the eyes, he said, grimly, as if every word cost him an effort, "I will face it." With a gasp of relief, and yet with infinite pity and sorrow in her eyes, she flung out both hands to him.
He took them in his, which were burning now, and gripped them tightly.
"My God! what a woman you are," he said, with a sudden uplifting of the brows.