In the self-absorption in his grief and pain he had not thought of hers, nor considered how with his going her whole life would be changed.
"I have been a selfish brute," he muttered.

"I have only thought of my own suffering; but, listen Moira, it is all past; thank God, it is all past.

This letter from Mr.Rae holds a confession from Potts (poor Potts! I am glad that Rae let him off): it was Potts who committed the forgery.

Now I feel myself clean again; you can't know what that is; to be yourself again, and to be able to look all men in the face without fear or shame.

Come, we must go; I must see them all again.