He read distaste in her slight gesture, in the expression of her eyes.

It was true that the man's pugnacious egoism--a lower side of him asserting itself just then--had always jarred upon her finer taste.

He recognised this subconsciously, and his self-esteem revolted at it.
'You needn't be afraid,' he exclaimed harshly.

'If I wanted to hold to my rights, and keep you here with me--what has happened would prevent me--I've got too much pride to hang on to the skirts of a rich wife.
But you won't be harmed....

I don't know yet, but I believe there's a way by which you can win through straight and square--no smirch that you need mind--And if there is--whatever the way of it is, I'll do my best to bring you out all right.' 'You are generous.' Her eyes flashed but her voice was coldly bitter.
'May I ask what you propose to do ?' 'There's no use....' he said heavily.