He was barely conscious of the injustice which she was doing him, for he felt that he was not actuated by vanity, but sincerity in all that he had hitherto preached and written regarding the Church.

Still he had not the power to interrupt her in her accusation; he had not the power to tell her that she was falsely accusing him.
When her impassioned denunciation of him had come to an end, and she stood with flaming face, one outstretched hand pointing to the door, he recovered himself--partially; and curiously enough, his first thought was that he had never seen a more beautiful girl in a more graceful attitude.

She had insulted him grossly; she had behaved as none of the daughters of Philistia would behave in regard to him--him, a clergyman of the Church of England; but he forgot her insults, her injustice, and his only thought was that she was surely the most beautiful woman in the world.
"I am amazed!" he found words to say at last.

"I am amazed! I felt certain that you at least would do me justice.

I thought--" "I will not listen to you," she cried.