Is my folly past belief?
Possibly.

But then I have not told you the words of this fatal communication.

They were these--innocent, if she were innocent, but how suggestive in the light of her probable guilt: "I cannot.

Wait till to-morrow.

Then you will see the depth of my love for you--what I owe you--what I owe Adelaide." I should see! I was seeing.
Suddenly I dropped my hand; a new thought had come to me.