"You can't be more surprised at me than I am myself," said she.
"But I'm not surprised," said Brodrick. "I never am."
And still she doubted.
"What did you come back for?"
"This, of course."
He had drawn her to the long seat by the fireplace.
"Why did you go away," she said, "and make me cry?"
"Because, for the first time in my life, I was uncertain."
"Of yourself?" Doubt, dying hard, stabbed her.
"I am never uncertain of myself," said Brodrick.