The contrast between this one outburst and his ordinary self-control enforced its meaning upon her.

It seemed still to be ringing in her ears, stretched out to a continuous note, and her voice gradually took a tone as of one pleading for forgiveness.
'I did not know,' she said.

'I always thought of you as--' and she gave a queer little laugh, 'as driving about London in hansoms, and working quite contentedly.

I never imagined that you cared at all--really, I mean, as I know now.

Even right at the beginning--that afternoon in Beaufort Gardens, I never imagined that.