Lodore by Mary Shelley

Repentance is a tender sprite; If aught on earth have heavenly might. 'Tis lodged within her silent tear. --Wordsworth.

Mrs. Elizabeth Fitzhenry was not herself aware of all that Lady Lodore had suffered, or the extent of her sacrifices. She guessed darkly at them, but it was the detail that rendered them so painful, and, but for their motive, humiliating to one nursed in luxury, and accustomed to all those intermediate servitors and circumstances, which stand between the rich and the bare outside of the working-day world.