She drooped her head to avoid his grave, sad gaze, and for a moment there was silence.
“Dr. Grey, will you shake hands with me, in token of pardon?”
“Certainly, if you wish it.”
He took her hand in both of his, pressed it kindly, and said, in a low, solemn tone,—
“Good-night, Salome. May God guide, and strengthen, and help you to be the noble woman, the consistent Christian, which only His grace and blessing can ever enable you to become. Remember the cheering words of Jean Paul Richter, ‘Evil is like the nightmare, the instant you bestir yourself it has already ended.’”
CHAPTER XIII.
“Ulpian, have you had any conversation with Salome?”
“Upon what subject?”