Were the waters also telling her of the mistake she had made in accepting Mr Grey as her husband?
What her cousin was now telling her,--was it not a repetition of words which she had spoken to herself hundreds of times during the last two months?
Was she not telling herself daily,--hourly,--always,--in every thought of her life, that in accepting Mr Grey she had assumed herself to be mistress of virtues which she did not possess?
Had she not, in truth, rioted upon brandy, till the innocence of milk was unfitted for her?
This man now came and rudely told her all this,--but did he not tell her the truth?
She sat silent and convicted; only gazing into his face when his speech was done.
"I have learned this since we have been again together, Alice; and finding you, not the angel I had supposed, finding you to be the same woman I had once loved,--the safety that I anticipated has not fallen to my lot.

That's all.

Here's Kate, and now we'll go for our walk.".