You fought your fight well, and I bear you no malice," he said, lightly.

"But," and his voice became serious again, "you sit in judgment on me." Sylvia raised her eyes quickly.
"No!" she cried.
"I think so," he persisted.

"I don't blame you.

Only I should like you to bear this in mind; that you have in your own life a reason to go gently in your judgments of other people." Chayne stepped forward, as though he would interfere, but Sylvia laid her hand upon his arm and checked him.
"I don't think you understand, Hilary," she said, quickly.

She turned to her father and looked straight at him with an eager interest.
"I wonder whether we are both thinking of the same thing," she said, curiously.
"Perhaps," replied her father.