Mr.Carlyle noticed how subdued and white she looked.
"I think I have been mad," she groaned.

"I must have been mad to say what I did.

Forget that it was uttered." "I told you I would." "You will not betray me to--to--your wife ?" she panted.
"Barbara!" "Thank you.

Good-night." But he still retained her hands.

"In a short time, Barbara, I trust you will find one more worthy to receive your love than I have been." "Never!" she impulsively answered.