All my old affection for her, all my old respect for her sincerity, came back in a flood on my heart. The bitterness of the past was swept away; only its tenderness in the ideal remained. I forgot her high religious contempt for my lower moral nature, her doubt and disbelief, her reproach and opposition; and I saw her only in her own best form–faithful, enduring, real–one worthy of respect, and by her sex to be surrounded with that kind of protection which means honour and includes love.