“Yes. You didn’t know what you were doing.”
“But I did know what I was doing.”
This come with such depth of feeling that he knew he would no longer be able to bring her news of Philip Haig.
“Then I’m glad,” he said simply.
Presently she told him her story; but much was omitted, especially the keenest of her sufferings, since remorse still haunted Smythe’s solemn eyes.
“And what have you been doing?” she asked.
“Trying to read and study, but it’s been no use.”
“And you’ve lost a year in your career!”
“That’s nothing. I can make it up, if you’ve forgiven me.” She gave him her hand again.