We can't help it.

She has suffered dreadful things; you see it in her face.' 'Her face ?' 'I went to see her on Monday evening,' Beatrice explained, with simplicity, though her lips quivered.

'I asked leave of Wilfrid to do so; he had told me all her story, as he had just heard it from herself, and I--indeed I was curious to see her again.

Then there was another reason.

If I saw her and brought her to believe that Wilfrid and I were merely intimate friends, as we used to be--how much easier it would make everything.