And even the worldliest of men, in their low code of honor, count the thing base and ignoble.
Alas! all women do not.
In the strangely mistaken code of feminine "honorable-ness," it is deemed no disgrace for a woman to chatter and boast of a man's love, but the utmost disgrace for her to own or feel on her side any love at all.

But Christian was unlike her sex in some things.

To her, with her creed of love, it would have appeared far less mean, less cowardly, less dishonorable, openly to confess, "I loved this man," than to betray "This man loved me." And it was with almost contemptuous indignation that she repeated, "What! he told it himself ?" "He did.

I first heard it through Miss Bennett, your _protge,_ who has come back, and is now a governess at Mrs.Brereton's.

But when I questioned Sir Edwin himself, he did not deny it." "You questioned him ?" "Certainly.