"Heaven knows I pity her.

I pity myself.
We Earles love honorable women when we love at all.

I will escort you to your house, Miss Charteris, and then Mrs.Earle and myself will make our arrangements." In her sweet, womanly pity, Valentine bent down and kissed the despairing face.
"Try to believe that you are wrong and mistaken, Mrs.Earle," she said gently.

"I had no thought save to be your friend." They spoke no word as they passed through the pretty grounds.

Valentine was full of pity for her companion, and of regret for her own share in that fatal morning's work.
When Ronald reached the cluster of trees again, Dora was not there.
Just at that moment he cared but little whither she had gone.