She admitted that frankly.

He whom she had worshipped had been an idol of clay, and she knew that it was well for her to have abandoned that idolatry.

He had not only been untrue to her, but, worse than that, had been false in excusing his untruth.

He had not only promised falsely, but had made such promises with a deliberate, premeditated falsehood.

And he had been selfish, coldly selfish, weighing the value of his own low lusts against that of her holy love.