In truth it was because she was not cruel enough in her cruelty.

If you have to use the knife, use it, say the great surgeons; and for her own peace Grace should have contemned Winterborne thoroughly or not at all.

As it was, on closing the window an indescribable, some might have said dangerous, pity quavered in her bosom for him.
Presently her husband entered the room, and told her what a wonderful sunset there was to be seen.
"I have not noticed it.

But I have seen somebody out there that we know," she replied, looking into the court.
Fitzpiers followed the direction of her eyes, and said he did not recognize anybody.
"Why, Mr.Winterborne--there he is, cider-making.

He combines that with his other business, you know." "Oh--that fellow," said Fitzpiers, his curiosity becoming extinct.
She, reproachfully: "What, call Mr.Winterborne a fellow, Edgar?
It is true I was just saying to myself that I never could have married him; but I have much regard for him, and always shall." "Well, do by all means, my dear one.