What contempt must she not feel for him, she who was so upright, so high-minded?
Every scattered blame, every covert criticism directed against his conduct, seemed to find embodiment in her.

It now sufficed that she should condemn him, and he at once felt guilty.

At the same time she had never voiced her disapproval to him, in all probability because she did not think she had any right to intervene in a struggle of conscience.

The superb calmness and healthiness which she displayed still astonished him.

He himself was ever haunted and tortured by thoughts of the unknown, of what the morrow of death might have in store for one; but although he had studied and watched her for days together, he had never seen her give a sign of doubt or distress.