To be suspected of selfish motives when nothing but sacrifice had been in her heart, that was hard to bear.

To be suspected of such motives by that man, of all others, who should have looked into her heart and seen what lay there, that was yet harder.

"Willy's sore put about, poor lad," she told herself again; but close behind this soothing reflection crept the biting memory, "It was cruel, what he said; indeed it was." The girl tried to shake off the distress which the last incident had perhaps chiefly occasioned.

It was natural that her own little sorrow should be uppermost, but the heart that held it was too deep to hold her personal sorrow only.
Rotha stepped into the room adjoining, which for her convenience, as well as that of the invalid, had been made the bedroom of Mrs.Ray.
Placid and even radiant in its peacefulness lay the face of Ralph's mother.

There was not even visible at this moment the troubled expression which, to Rotha's mind, denoted the baffled effort to say, "God bless you!" Thank God, she at least was unconscious of what had happened and was still happening! It was with the thought of her alone--the weak, unconscious sufferer, near to death--that Rotha had said that worse might occur.