Men at the
clubs would say he had seduced Herminia. Men at the clubs would
lay the whole blame of the episode upon him; and he couldn't bear
to be so blamed for the sake of a woman, to save whom from the
faintest shadow of disgrace or shame he would willingly have died a
thousand times over. For since Herminia had confessed her love to
him yesterday, he had begun to feel how much she was to him. His
admiration and appreciation of her had risen inexpressibly. And
was he now to be condemned for having dragged down to the dust that
angel whose white wings he felt himself unworthy to touch with the
hem of his garment?
And yet, once more, when he respected her so much for the sacrifice
she was willing to make for humanity, would it be right for him to
stand in her way, to deter her from realizing her own highest
nature? She was Herminia just because she lived in that world of
high hopes, just because she had the courage and the nobility to
dare this great thing. Would it be right of him to bring her down
from that pedestal whereon she stood so austere, and urge upon her
that she should debase herself to be as any other woman,--even as
Ethel Waterton? For the Watertons had brought him there to propose
to Ethel.
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