I have injured you, and I repent of it when it is done.

Why should I repent of it if I have gained something by it for my own self and if you can't make me feel it by injuring Me?
I repent of it because there has been a sense put into me which tells me that I have sinned against Myself, and sinned against You.

No such sense as that exists among the instincts of the natural man.

And no such feelings as these troubled Geoffrey Delamayn; for Geoffrey Delamayn was the natural man.
When the idea of his scheme had sprung to life in his mind, the novelty of it had startled him--the enormous daring of it, suddenly self-revealed, had daunted him.

The signs of emotion which he had betrayed at the writing-table in the library were the signs of mere mental perturbation, and of nothing more.
That first vivid impression past, the idea had made itself familiar to him.