She owned that she had thought of him.
“Is there no hope that your heart will ever incline toward me?”
“I daren’t consult my heart. If I had only to consider my own feelings—” She stopped.
“What else have you to consider?”
“My past life—how I have suffered, and what I have to repent of.”
“Has your married life not been a happy one?” he asked.
“Not a happy one—in the end,” she answered.
“Through no fault of yours, I am sure?”
“Through no fault of mine, certainly.”
“And yet you said just now that you had something to repent of?”