“O Mr. Wrayburn,” she answered, suddenly breaking into tears, “is the cruelty on my side! O Mr. Wrayburn, Mr. Wrayburn, is there no cruelty in your being here tonight!”

“In the name of all that’s good⁠—and that is not conjuring you in my own name, for Heaven knows I am not good”⁠—said Eugene, “don’t be distressed!”

“What else can I be, when I know the distance and the difference between us? What else can I be, when to tell me why you came here, is to put me to shame!” said Lizzie, covering her face.

He looked at her with a real sentiment of remorseful tenderness and pity. It was not strong enough to impell him to sacrifice himself and spare her, but it was a strong emotion.