His whole nature recoiled from the shock.

Had Dora, in the fury of her jealousy and rage, tried to kill him, he would have thought that but a small offense compared with the breach of honor in crouching behind the trees to listen.

He thought of the quiet, grand beauty of Valentine's face while Dora was convulsed with passion.

He remembered the utter wonder in Valentine's eyes when Dora's flamed upon them.

He remembered the sickening sense of shame that had cowed him as he listened to her angry, abusive words.