At least, Clarence, in quick sympathy with her slightest emotion, was touched by it.

There is no more insidious attraction in the persons we admire, than the belief that we know and understand their unhappiness, and that our admiration for them is lifted higher than a mere mutual instinctive sympathy with beauty or strength.

This adorable woman had suffered.

The very thought aroused his chivalry.

It loosened, also, I fear, his quick, impulsive tongue.
Oh, yes; he knew it.