In it was Spencer Morgan . Estella saw him and , in spite of the maddening throb of hope that seemed suddenly to transfigure the world for her , her pride rose in arms . Had Spencer come the night before , he would have found her loving and humble . Even now , had she but been sure that he had come to see her , she would have unbent . But was it the other ? The torturing doubt stung her to the quick . She waited , stubbornly resolved that she would not speak first . It was not in her place . Spencer Morgan flicked his horse sharply with his whip . He dared not look at Estella , but he felt her uncompromising attitude . He was miserably ashamed of himself , and he felt angry at Estella for his shame . `` Do you care to come for a drive ? '' he asked awkwardly , with a covert glance at the parlour windows . Estella caught the glance and her jealous perception instantly divined its true significance . Her heart died within her . She did not care what she said . `` Oh , '' she cried with a toss of her head , `` it 's not me you want -- it 's Miss LeMar , is n't it ? She 's away at the shore . You 'll find her there , I dare say . '' Still , in spite of all , she perversely hoped .
If he would only make any sign , the least in the world , that he was sorry -- XXXXX he still loved her -- she could forgive him everything .
LeMar at in of parlour that throb to with within