And she could suppress all that from her eyes! She could stand there calm and urbane in her acceptance of the terrific past.

Apparently she forgave.
Said Lady Sophia simply, "Now, Mr.Farll, shall I have to give evidence or not?
You know it depends on you ?" The casualness of her tone was sublime; it was heroic; it made her feet small.
He had sworn to himself that he would be cut in pieces before he would aid the unscrupulous Mr.Oxford by removing his collar in presence of those dramatic artistes.

He had been grossly insulted, disturbed, maltreated, and exploited.

The entire world had meddled with his private business, and he would be cut in pieces before he would display those moles which would decide the issue in an instant.
Well, she had cut him in pieces.
"Please don't worry," said he in reply.

"I will attend to things." At that moment Alice, who had followed him by a later train, appeared.
"Good-morning, Lady Sophia," he said, raising his hat, and left her.
_Thoughts on Justice_ "Farll takes his collar off." "Witt _v_.Parfitts.