During this speech my anger had been steadily rising..  But it was Mrs. Cooke who interrupted him.

“Mr. Trevor,” said she, “perhaps you are not aware that while you are insulting your daughter, you are also insulting my niece.  It may be well for you to know that Miss Trevor still has my respect as a woman and my admiration as a lady.  And, since she has been so misjudged by her father, she has my deepest sympathy.  But I wish to beg of you, if you have anything of this nature to say to her, you will take her feelings into consideration as well as ours.”

Miss Trevor gave her one expressive look of gratitude.  The senator was effectually silenced.  He had come, by some inexplicable inference, to believe that Mrs. Cooke, while subservient to the despotic will of her husband, had been miraculously saved from depravity, and had set her face against this last monumental act of outlawry.