Her face, when not interfered with, was always pale. But now it looked horribly, unnaturally white. Relief, he believed, had shaken her in the very soul.
“Adela, did you think your good deed was going to recoil on you?” he said. “Did you really think it was going to bring punishment on you? I don’t believe things go like that even in this distracted, inexplicable old world.”
“Don’t they? Mightn’t they?”
“Surely not. You have saved that girl. You have paid back that scoundrel. And you have nothing to fear.”
“Why did you look at me like that when you came into the room?”
“But you are—”
“No. You haven’t told me something. Tell me!”
“Be happy in the good result of your self-sacrifice, Adela.”
“I want you to tell me. There is something. I know there is.”
“Yes. But it only concerns me.”