I pardon you with all my heart." "You are sincere ?" he cried, and sought to take her hands; but she whipped them away and behind her.

"You bear me no ill-will ?" She considered him now with a calm, critical gaze, before which he was forced to lower his bold eyes.

"Why should I bear you an ill-will ?" she asked him.
"For the thing I did--the thing I sought to do." "I wonder do you know all that you did ?" she asked him, musingly.

"Shall I tell you, my lord?
You cured me of a folly.

I had been blind, and you made me see.