Book 6 Revelations Chapter 49

Ever in his soul 
That larger justice which makes gratitude
Triumphed above resentment. 
'Tis the mark 
Of regal natures, with the wider life.
And fuller capability of joy:
-- Not wits exultant in the strongest lens 
To show you goodness vanished into pulp 
Never worth "thank you"--they're the devil's friars, 
Vowed to be poor as he in love and trust, 
Yet must go begging of a world that keeps 
Some human property.

Deronda, in parting from Gwendolen, had abstained from saying, "I shall not see you again for a long while: I am going away," lest Grandcourt should understand him to imply that the fact was of importance to her.

He was actually going away under circumstances so momentous to himself that when he set out to fulfill his promise of calling on her, he was already under the shadow of a solemn emotion which revived the deepest experience of his life.

Sir Hugo had sent for him to his chambers with the note--"Come immediately. Something has happened:" a preparation that caused him some relief when, on entering the baronet's study, he was received with grave affection instead of the distress which he had apprehended.

"It is nothing to grieve you, sir?" said Deronda, in a tone rather of restored confidence than question, as he took the hand held out to him. There was an unusual meaning in Sir Hugo's look, and a subdued emotion in his voice, as he said-"No, Dan, no. Sit down. I have something to say."