Of all cruel griefs endured by Millicent Almsford, this was the most
bitter,--that her lover, through her fault, should be misjudged; that in
the eyes of others he should suffer. She realized now in what a light
he had appeared to Galbraith, to Hal and Barbara, to all the small
circle who had seen their friendship flower into love, and that flower
tossed to the earth before it had ripened to its fruition. His sudden
disappearance, her own too obvious grief, to what could they attribute
it but to his faithlessness? And now that this base slander had been
cast upon him, they believed it. He was compromised, dishonored in
their eyes; and the fault was hers. As the full significance of all
this struck her, she groaned aloud, clasping her hands together over her
grieved heart as if in mortal agony. How could she right him in their
eyes? How could she dissipate the cloud which darkened his stainless
honor?
There was but one way,--to tell them all the sad truth. Her honor
against his! How could she hesitate, loving him as she did? And yet
there was a moment of awful suspense. Her proud spirit, which had borne
unaided and alone the burden which would have crushed a feebler soul,
revolted at the thought of a new humiliation. A man’s honor is writ on a
strong shield that can be easily cleansed. It may receive many a hard
blow, and show many a dint, and yet be as good as those carried by his
mates. It can be burnished bright again, and held up for all men to
see, its very scars proving through what battles it has been worn, and
adding, rather than detracting, from its present lustre. If all else be
lost, let him but give his life to expiate his sin, and the blot is
washed out from the shield. But with a woman it is not so. Her honor
must be maintained by a shield of crystal, on which the faintest breath
of slander leaves its foul impress; which one blow dealt by a man’s hand
shatters irrevocably. This is man’s code of honor; and as man’s voice
is strongest in the world, it is the world’s code of honor. Only the
greatest men set it aside as unjust; only the strongest refuse to
recognize it.
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