"No—I—could not bear it. I wanted to come back—to you. Nigel, say something!"
"What do you wish me to say?"
"Will you forgive? I see that you have heard. Daisy has found the paper. It was cowardice. I never thought at first—but—and after—how could I speak?"
Nigel placed the little sheet in her hand.
"It is yours, not mine," she said.
"Daisy told me so. I have not read it. Daisy had no business to make the discovery. But since she did—"
Fulvia gave the half-sheet to him, not lifting her eyes. She knew then that he was reading; and presently she heard him tear it across.
"Will you forgive?" she whispered once more.
"Yes, of course."
"You mean—I don't understand."