If she had cried, if she had made the smallest effort to work upon his sentiment, he would have disbelieved utterly.
But he was not blind to the fact that she was making a brave fight, even though a lie was behind it, and with a consciousness of pride that bewildered him.
She was not humiliating herself.

Even when she saw the struggle going on within him she made no effort to turn the balance in her favor.

She had stated the facts, as she claimed them to be.

Now she waited.

Her long lashes glistened a little.