Knowing now what love was, she knew this truth also.

Had no discovery been made, she knew that she must have told all to Dr.Grey.

She hated, despised herself for having already suffered day after day to pass by without telling him, though she had continually intended to do it.

All this was a just punishment for her cowardice; for she saw now, as she had never seen before, that every husband, every wife, before entering into the solemn bond of marriage, has a right to be made acquainted with every secret of the other's heart, every event of the other's life that such confidence, then and afterward, should know no reservations, save and except trusts reposed in both before marriage by other people, which marriage itself is not justified in considering annulled.
But, the final moment being come, when a day--half a day--would decide it all--decide the whole future of herself and her husband, Christian's courage seemed to return.
She sat trembling, yet not altogether hopeless; very humble and yet strong, with the strength that the inward consciousness of deeply loving--not of being loved, but of loving--always gives to a woman, and waited till Dr.Grey came home.
When the parlor door opened she rushed forward, thinking it was he, but it was only Phillis--Phillis, looking insolent, self-important, contemptuous, as she held out to her mistress a letter.
"There! I've took it in for once, and given it to you, by yourself, as he bade me, but I'll never take in another.

I'm an honest woman, and my master has been a good master to me." "Phillis!" cried Mrs.Grey, astonished.