"Is she to sink to the level of the husband? No, Mr. Gartney. Let the wife shame the husband by her fidelity to the vows which he has broken."
"And the lover?"
"Is not a true lover, or he would not wish to drag the woman he professes to love through the mud of the world."
"So you would condemn two lives to perpetual misery for the sake of one man, who does not appreciate the sacrifice?"
"Not for the sake of the one man, but for the sake of virtue, of honour, of uprightness."
Eustace was silent under the cold purity of her look. This woman was no dreamer as he had thought, but had a soul like that Roman Lucrece, who preferred death to dishonour.
"Your creed is severe," he said at last, with a frown on his strongly marked features.
"My creed is right," she replied simply.
"Yes! according to the world."
"No! according to God."