You pitied me!' Wilfrid was in no state of mind to weigh phrases; at a later time, when he could look back with calmness, and with the advantage of extended knowledge, he recognised in these words the uttermost confession of love of 'which a woman is capable.

In hearing them, he simply took them as a reproach.
'If such a thing had been possible,' he said, 'it would have been a horrible injustice to you.

I asked you to be my wife because I loved you.

The existence of these letters is no proof that I misunderstood my own feeling.

There are many things we cannot explain to another on the moment.