He could hear her sigh gently.
'She wishes to see you, Wilfrid.' 'She received you kindly ?' 'I will tell you all when I have had time to think of it.

But she was sorry you did not come with me.

Will you go?
She will be alone this afternoon.' They held each other in silence.

Then Emily, raising an awed face, asked softly: 'Where does she find her strength?
Is her nature so spotless that self-sacrifice is her highest joy?
Wilfrid, I could have asked pardon at her feet; my heart bled for her.' 'Dearest, you least of all should wonder at the strength which comes of high motive.' 'Oh, but to surrender you to another and to witness that other's happiness! Was not my self-denial perhaps a form of selfishness?
I only shrank from love because I dreaded the reproaches of my own heart; I did good to no one, was only anxious to save myself.

She--I dare not think of it! My nature is so weak.