Morley Roberts

“ And Felicia, looking at her while the other seemed unconscious of any one, saw that she might be braver yet.
Anne said to herself: “Whether he finds them or not, I will tell him.”
She meant it, knowing, of course, that he must know something, must suspect. If he had known nothing at all would she have told him?
There are the judgments of the world on the lapses of the world's men and women. It may be there are also the judgments of the heavens. Those are the judgments of nature, after all. Nearest to these are the judgments of the hearts of those who know their own bitterness and sweetness. ”

“ There are few not content to bury the past if they can dig its grave.
She stood still suddenly, and as she did so she became unconscious that Felicia was in the room. She stood rigidly, while the girl watched her in strained curiosity. Here was a mind working that was a barren mystery to Felicia. But how strange Anne looked!
Felicia, never so ignorant as she seemed, knew that Anne had been Sir George's mistress. Or so she believed. The dogmatic morality, instilled into her mind by rote till it became almost reflex so long as her passions were asleep, was judge of this woman. ”

“ In his company she was his bright equal; they loved the same things, and often had the same thoughts, the same hopes; more often than not the same judgments. It is in the judgment that likeness lies. And he was always merciful, not, as Sir George had been, with a splendid cynicism, but with the pity which is the sister of love. ”