'Under no circumstances could I do more than I already have
done,' he replied. 'And after what you have told me, it is
impossible for me to go and see her unless she expressly invites
me.'
'Oh, if only you would overcome this sensitiveness!'
'It is not in my power to do so. My poverty, as you justly say,
was the cause of our parting; but if Amy is no longer poor, that
is very far from a reason why I should go to her as a suppliant
for forgiveness.'
'But do consider the facts of the case, independently of feeling.
I really think I don't go too far in saying that at least some--
some provocation was given by you first of all. I am so very,
very far from wishing to say anything disagreeable--I am sure you
feel that--but wasn't there some little ground for complaint on
Amy's part? Wasn't there, now?'
Reardon was tortured with nervousness. He wished to be alone, to
think over what had happened, and Mrs Yule's urgent voice rasped
upon his ears. Its very smoothness made it worse.
'There may have been ground for grief and concern,' he answered,
'but for complaint, no, I think not.
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