"Kitty?" he said uncertainly.
She went on bravely, always heroic through her love.
"I was poor—insignificant; you were ambitious—clever. I had heard your longings after greatness. Hugh, how could you travel into those wild countries with me? I knew you would give it up, and how could I bear that? To be a drag, a hindrance to you! And in the coming years I thought you would regret—— Hugh, you were poor, too, though not so poor as I. I did it for you—it nearly killed me, Hugh. I was ill after, but it was for you!"
Her voice died away into silence.
He stood very still, and his face was white and bloodless.
But in his eyes there was a great reverence.
"Forgive me!" he said.
She smiled softly.
"Oh, yes," she said.