Her hands were nervously intertwined.
"Don't!" she pleaded, "I have suffered so much." "Forgive me," he begged, with a sudden change of voice.

"If I am mistaken in your husband--and there is always the chance--I am sorry.
I will confess that I myself had a different opinion of him, but I can only judge from what I have seen and from that there is no one in the world who would not agree with me that your husband is unworthy of you." "Oh, please stop!" Philippa cried.

"Stop at once!" Lessingham came back to his place by her side.

His voice was still shaking, but it had grown very soft.
"Philippa, forgive me," he repeated.

"If you only knew how it hurts to see you like this! Yet I must speak.