"For anything you like." "She knows he would do anything to marry you."!

This attempt at gayety was futile; the silence with which, for a minute, her adversary greeted her troubled plea brought home to her afresh that she was on the bare defensive. "Is it a part of his kindness never to come near you?" Mrs. Gereth inquired at last. "Is it a part of his kindness to leave you without an inkling of where he is?" She rose again from where Fleda had kept her down; she seemed to tower there in the majesty of her gathered wrong. "Is it a part of his kindness that, after I've toiled as I've done for six days, and with my own weak hands, which I haven't spared, to denude myself, in your interest, to that point that I've nothing left, as I may say, but what I have on my back—is it a part of his kindness that you're not even able to produce him for me?" At this our young lady smiled. "Yes, because it was a disappointment. She had been so sure."

"Then, in God's name, what must I do?" Her companion again looked at her in silence. "I thought you had gone to her for several months." Again our young lady reflected. "I think I'm rather glad you didn't."