"You do not?
No! You know that Dahlia is innocent ?" Rhoda was trembling with a look for the asseveration; her pale face eager as a cry for life; but the answer did not come at once hotly as her passion for it demanded.

She grew rigid, murmuring faintly: "speak! Do speak!" His eyes fell away from hers.

Sweet love would have wrought in him to think as she thought, but she kept her heart closed from him, and he stood sadly judicial, with a conscience of his own, that would not permit him to declare Dahlia innocent, for he had long been imagining the reverse.
Rhoda pressed her hands convulsively, moaning, "Oh!" down a short deep breath.
"Tell me what has happened ?" said Robert, made mad by that reproachful agony of her voice.

"I'm in the dark.

I'm not equal to you all.