'What's the matter?' the blundering fool inquired nervously. 'You aren't well.'
'I'm so—so ashamed,' she stammered out, when she had patted her eyes with a fragment of lace.
'Why? What of?'
'I introduced her to you. It's my fault.'
'But what's your fault?'
'This horrible thing that happened.'
She sobbed again frequently.
'Oh, that was nothing!' said Henry kindly. 'You mustn't think about it.'
'You don't know how I feel,' she managed to tell him.