"Thank Heaven for that!"
"If you thank Heaven for the shame you cause you are like enough to spend your life on your knees."
"I deprecate your scorn, madam. Yet I cannot take back the saying."
"Make it good, then!"
"Why, so I will. None feel shame save when they feel responsibility. None feel responsibility for those who are neither kith nor kin save where they—"
"Where they what?" flashed Elinor, turning her great angry eyes full upon him.
"Save where they love, Mistress Calvert."
It was out now and Neville felt better. Elinor clenched her hands and began an angry retort, and then all of a sudden broke down, and bending her head over the back of the high oak chair, stood sobbing silently.
"I pray you be angry," pleaded Neville; "your wrath was hard to bear; but 'twas naught to this."