"I deceived you, I know.

But I sold the Charity League before I knew that you--that you thought of me.

When I married you I didn't love you.

I admit that.

But Paul--oh, Paul, if you were not so good you would understand." Perhaps he did understand; for there was that in her eyes that made her meaning clear.
He was silent; standing before her in his great strength, his marvellous and cruel self-restraint.
"You will not forgive me ?" For a moment she leaned forward, peering into his face.