I'd like to undo your life and make it over again for you, the right way, so that you'd be happy.

I can do a great deal, but all the cursed nickel in the world won't bring back the--' he checked himself suddenly, shutting his hard lips with an audible clack, and looking down.

'I beg your pardon, my dear,' he said in a low voice, a moment later.
For he had been very near to speaking of the dead, and he felt instinctively that the rough speech, however kindly meant, would have pained her, and perhaps had already hurt her a little.

But as she looked down, too, her hand gently touched the sleeve of his coat to tell him that there was nothing to forgive.
'He knows,' she said, more softly than sadly.

'Where he is, they know about us--when we try to do right.' 'And you haven't only tried,' Van Torp answered quietly, 'you've done it.' 'Have I ?' It sounded as if she asked the question of herself, or of some one to whom she appealed in her heart.