"All Yorkshiremen," she mused, "are so full-blooded and hot-blooded, everything that does not please them goes either to their brains or their hearts--and John _has_ a heart." Yes, she acknowledged John had a heart, and then wondered again what made him so anxious to have children.
But with all her efforts to make a commonplace event of her husband's great sorrow, she did not succeed in stifling the outcry in her own heart.

She whispered to it to "Be still!" She promised to make up for it, even to undo it, sometime; but the Accuser would not let her rest, and when exhaustion ended in sleep, chastised her with distracting, miserable dreams.
John walked slowly upstairs, but he had no thought of falling.

He knew that something had happened to the Inner Man, and he wanted to steady and control him.

It was not Jane's opinions; it was not public opinion, however widespread it might be.

It was the blood of generations of good men and good women that roused in him a passionate protest against the destruction of their race.