"I think he must." Elizabeth looked at him in despair.
"Oh! no.

You oughtn't to do this--indeed, indeed you oughtn't.

It is cowardly--forgive me!--unworthy of you.

Oh! can't you see how the sympathy of everybody who knows--everybody whose opinion you care for--" She stopped a moment, colouring deeply, checked indeed by the thought of a conversation between herself and Philip of the night before.

Anderson interrupted her: "The sympathy of one person," he said hoarsely, "is very precious to me.