She had narrowly, flippantly misjudged a good man--good in all essentials.

She was contrite for her unwifely lack of abnegation.

She began to see herself and Allan with Bernal's eyes: she was less than she had thought--he was more.

Bernal had proved these things to her all unconsciously.

Now her heart was flooded with gratitude for his simple, ready, heartfelt praise of his brother--of his unfailing good-temper, his loyalty, his gifts, his modesty so often distressed by outspoken admiration of his personal graces.