She laid a hand on his arm, and turned him gently towards the door. There were tears in her eyes.
"Come away," she said weakly. "Let us speak somewhere else."
He followed her. They went out, without another look at the figure behind them, and returned in silence to the black room.
CHAPTER XXV
Truer Colors
A great change had come over her. All the hardness had disappeared from her face. It was transformed by a wonderful new pity—a latent compassion, stirred for the first time by this miserable man's utter tragedy. And so transformed she was very lovely—with a loveliness that all the arts of an accomplished society woman had never bestowed upon her.
"Forgive me," she said gently. "I would not have said what I did if I had even thought ... of that."
He looked down at her, a world of agony in his tortured eyes.