"I know," replied Florence, falteringly, "that you have wisely and generously mastered a past illusion. Mr. Ferrers allowed me to see the letter you wrote to Er—-to Mr. Maltravers; it was worthy of you: it touched me deeply; but I trust you will outlive your prejudices against—"
"Stay," interrupted Cesarini; "did Ferrers communicate to you the answer to that letter?"
"No, indeed."
"I am glad of it."
"Why?"
"Oh, no matter. Heaven bless you; farewell."
"No; I implore you, do not go yet; what was there in that letter that it could pain me to see? Lumley hinted darkly; but would not speak out: be more frank."
"I cannot: it would be treachery to Maltravers, cruelty to you; yet would it be cruel?"
"No, it would not; it would be kindness and mercy; show me the letter—you have it with you."
"You could not bear it; you would hate me for the pain it would give you. Let me depart."