It was not merely fear that he thought he had seen in her eyes, you remember.

This was still his comfort, and, I suppose, it gave the touch of complacency to his face that made Grizel merciless.

She did not mean to be merciless, but only to tell the truth.

If some of her words were scornful, there was sadness in her voice all the time, instead of triumph.

"For years and years," she said, standing straight as an elvint, "I have been able to laugh at all the ignorant fears of my childhood; and if you don't know why I have watched you and been unable to help watching you since you came back, I shall tell you.