"Risk it?
I'll give myself up if you'll take back some of the things you said to me--last night--and before." There was a short pause.
"Well, you are not a coward, at all events!" "Nor a murderer, Eva!" "God forbid." "Then forgive me for everything else that I have been--to you!" And he was on his knees where I had knelt scarce a minute before; nor could I bear to watch them any longer.

I believed that he loved her in his own way as sincerely as I did in mine.

I believed that she detested him for the detestable crime in which he had been concerned.

I believed that the opinion of him which she had expressed to his face, in my hearing, was her true opinion, and I longed to hear her mitigate it ever so little before he went.

He won my sympathy as a gallant who valued a kind word from his mistress more than life itself.