I did not feel jealousy in the sense that a lover would feel it; but there was a pain in my heart, a mingling of grief, anger, and resentment because Dorothy had destroyed not only my faith in her, but, alas! my sweet, new-born faith in womankind.
Through her fault I had fallen again to my old, black belief that virtue was only another name for the lack of opportunity.

It is easy for a man who has never known virtue in woman to bear and forbear the lack of it; but when once he has known the priceless treasure, doubt becomes excruciating pain.
After an hour or two Dorothy and her servant appeared at the ford and took the path up the Wye toward Haddon.

Thomas was riding a short distance behind his accommodating mistress, and as they approached the Hall, I recognized something familiar in his figure.

At first, the feeling of recognition was indistinct, but when the riders drew near, something about the man--his poise on the horse, a trick with the rein or a turn with his stirrup, I could not tell what it was--startled me like a flash in the dark, and the word "John!" sprang to my lips.

The wonder of the thing drove out of my mind all power to think.