I was going to make one last effort for his sake.
It was for his sake I meant to make it, for I thought him only hard and selfish, and that he had never loved; and if he only loved, I thought--" She broke off, wringing her hands and staring into space, the ghost of the beautiful figure that had left the Opera House with shining eyes.
The Duchess caught the cold hands.

"Yes, yes, darling, I know.

I understand.

So does Windlehurst.

He loves you as much as I do.