Henry James, The Better Sort (1903)
“ As long as you've been ignorant—that what I've been wanting is your pity. Ah, to have to know, as I believed I did, that you supposed it would wound me, and not to have been able to make you see that it was the one thing left to me that would help me! Give me your pity now. It's all I want. I don't care for anything else. ”
