Robert had left her, had done this thing without telling her.

She forgave him, knowing he acted for the best, but he must never, never deceive her again in such a manner.
She could not bear it.
What better excuse could man desire for caressing her, yea, even squeezing her, until the sobs ceased and she protested with a weak little laugh---- "Robert, I haven't got much breath--after that excitement--but please--leave me--the remains!".