Then her face became rigid and cold.

For the first time he saw the hard light of self-mastery in her eyes.

"I made my choice; I shall abide by it to the end as steadfastfully as if I were the real rock which you may think me to be.

There is nothing for me to tell--nothing more that I will tell to you.

Are you not sorry that you know such a woman as I?
Have you not been picking me to pieces and casting me with your opinions to the four winds ?" "I am truly sorry for you," was all that he could say.
"You mean that you despise me," she cried bitterly.